Our dog, Junior, has some clearly defined favorites. He is partial to peanut butter, gloves and mittens, bacon, long walks in the woods and chest scritchies. He loves to greet guests at the door with a gift, often a pillow or tea towel. He earnestly claims the right-hand side of the couch. But his hands down, all-time favorite thing, is socks. He is, in fact, somewhat of a connoisseur. Our youngest teenaged boy’s dirty athletic socks are the pinnacle. The crème de la crème of Junior’s sock world. Dad socks generally guarantee at least a few minutes of fetch with him, which is always a blast. Mom socks are awesome but you have to really be on your game to sneak those out. Sometimes, Junior ha