Fast forward to this morning. I wake up and take Gracie out again. I see something sitting in the middle of our porch. I'm feeling super sleepy so I don't really care to know what it is until Gracie starts flinging it around everywhere. Typical Gracie...chipper as ever at 5:30 in the freaking morning!
In the back of my mind I'm like, "Oh my gosh! It's a dead squirrel!" So I finally run over there to see what it is....
IT'S MY UNDERWEAR! ON THE FRONT PORCH!
I know she didn't drag those undies out there this morning because they were cold. I think back to that dog going crazy last night right in front of our apartment. Awkward.
I want to believe that Gracie hid my underwear in the bushes and they blew out over night. That's what I would like to think. Whether or not that is what truly happened, I will never know.