Doc lately. He ate one of my favorite jammies. OK, so he didn't actually eat it...he ripped it to shreads.In my mind it the same thing. I loved the fit and feel of those jammy pants. I always wear the bottoms around the house along with a black tee shirt. Mort had brought the laundry upstairs and I was sorting it and put my blue jammy pants with the yellow daisies on the front bar of my walker. Suddenly Meggie comes into the room and is barking at me. Then she goes back into the living room and barks at Doc and then comes back in to me. I thought Mort had come home since he had gone out. Nope...I should have listened to Meggy, she was trying to tell me that Doc had something he was not suppose to have. I was going to drop the pants off at the bathroom for when I took my shower. I never missed it until I was handed a ripped and destroyed jammy bottoms. I ordered a new pair but it's not the same as the soft and broken in ones. Doc is in the dog house for this one. This past week he already destroyed 2 terry dish towels. I don't know what has gotten into him. Mommy is not happy.