Underwear no more

As I work in my office I hear various noises coming from the hallway.  Usually this signals that I need to get up, check on Khandi, and see what she is eating. My other three dogs are usually lying in the office with me, so I know they aren't typically guilty.  Since Khandi has a constant need to go outside and patrol, I leave our patio door open a crack for her.  I never know exactly  where she is or what she is getting into until I hear that telltale chewing sound.  Kind of like "out of sight, out of mind".  I'm always hoping for the best. Today it was more of a ripping sound.  I got up to investigate and found that she had been in the pile of laundry I had irresponsibly left on the floor near the washer.  Irresponsible on my part because I know better to leave anything on the floor with her around, yet I didn't preemptively pick the pile up.  So what do I find her with?  A pair of my underwear, actually one of my favorite pair.  They were pink camoflauge.  "Were" signifying that they are "no more".  She took great pride in ripping them to shreds before I could confiscate her treasure from her.  She looks at me with those giant brown eyes and wagging tail and all I do are take them from her and throw them in the kitchen garbage can.  A stern "no" to her, and she rolls on her back in submission.  "I'm sorry, mom" she tells me, and I can't get mad. Just one more thing to add to her list of chewed up items.  So far, her list consists of:  four Directv remote controls (some still in operating condition), one nightgown, one patio chair cushion, one box of bandaids, one pair of Ipod earbuds, one bathroom rug, one afghan (ironic)...., one pack of gum, multiple newspapers...the list goes on and on.   Not really any worse than any other puppy.