On our final walk together, she wandered into a flower bed and came back out with a used, soiled, discarded diaper in her mouth. She was actually carrying it by the icky part. The look of pride on her face was so obvious, I almost let her hunker down to "eat" the thing, or lick it, or whatever she was planning to do to enjoy the fruits of nappy trash. (Don't worry health department and new owner, I wrestled her away from it with my foot.)
Oh, yes, I'm going to miss that filthy, crazy beast.