Kevin hid toast in my purse. Again.

I was halfway to the grocery store when the smell hit me. Warm, weirdly buttery. Too familiar. I reached into my bag, already knowing. Yep. Toast. Actual toast. Slightly chewed. Still warm. Kevin has a habit of hiding things in soft places. Shoes, blankets, bags. Once even inside Leo’s pillowcase. But this? This was the third time he stashed toast in my purse. The worst part? I don’t know if he’s feeding me, punishing me, or just thinks I’m another rabbit. #Pets #Dogs #WeirdDogHabits