Mmmmm, socks. Being a hound, I know the allure. They smell so wonderful, and the feel of cotton as it tears across teeth is fantastic. It doesn’t matter if they’ve been just washed or used a few days in a row — we dogs just want to run with them, toss them around, and tear them to shreds.
But eat them? Only a Great Dane would do that! I suppose socks for a Great Dane are like nacho chips to a human: you can’t stop at just one — or even a few. This poor mutt almost didn’t stop at 43 and a half and ended up requiring serious surgery!
