59 Times People Managed To Capture Their Pets In The Middle Of A Heist

She'll find pretty much anything around the house and bring it to me.

I live in São Tomé and Príncipe. Bilbo was given to me as a puppy, and he is about a year old now. In that time, he had fully rejected civilisation. This is a poor country where a lot of dogs grow up free-roaming, and Bilbo has taken that energy and brought it indoors like a bad idea in a neat little fur coat.

He steals food. He steals money, then tears it up. He sleeps on the dining room table despite not being allowed on any furniture, and does it like he’s conducting an audit. He learned how to open the fridge, so I had to install a lock that would irritate a raccoon. If I relax for more than thirty seconds, something gets destroyed.

We also have terrestrial hermit crabs here. Bilbo keeps trying to present them to me like gifts, holding the shell so the claws are free, so I have to fight the business end while he holds the armored part perfectly safe - wagging his tail while he does it. Lizards freeze when he enters a space. Chickens no longer enter my garden. I love the furry ball of chaos, though.

My friend's dog had an accidental litter. I made him promise not to let me have a puppy, no matter what I said. But Bandit stole my heart the second she was born.

My friend's wife would hide her when people came to look at puppies because she was mine from the start. Now she's my sidekick.

This sponge has seen things.

I adopted him just over a week ago. He's 4 years old. It took me over a year of searching to find one, though. He's pretty cute. Very well trained by his previous owner.

I am constantly chasing him around the house and getting stuff out of his mouth. He has large flappy jowls that he likes to hide stuff in (and he's not starved for attention, this dog is cuddling with me and baby or outside running around or playing fetch and tug of war with me all the time, he's just very high energy and jealous). In fact, I say "Otto no!" so much that one time my husband and I were going to bed, and as I was half asleep, my husband went to put his arm around me, and I said, "Otto no!"

He got plenty of play time a bit after this. Hard to say no to that face.

Butters has a lot of cat toys.

Butters likes human things to steal instead. It started with a kitchen sponge obsession (which he still has, we just got better at hiding sponges).
He likes shoes, pencils, straws, and sponges. This morning, he dug out a bag from a closet, and was not happy about me taking it away.

Every morning I wake up, and there’s a MINIMUM of 20 stuffies in my living room.

Mouth FULL of socks. Stole one, so I dropped 4 pairs at her feet, hoping to confuse her. Got ‘em all.

He’s somewhere between a public menace and a domestic terrorist.

He’s very spoiled and keeps a collection of random objects around him. Besides flower pots, he’s also obsessed with socks.

That is not his tongue.

Mouse likes to steal what’s most inconvenient. I had just finished giving Fat Mama her medicine, and I have a hurt leg, so I cannot walk. I was waiting for my mom to come back from putting her away when I caught him stealing.