Another puppy joke

Sometimes it seems to Steve and me that Dionne has heard we're blogging about her exploits, and she's consciously trying to keep us stocked with new material. Her latest contribution came the other morning, when Steve discovered his wallet (which had been on his desk) on Tucker's bed in the corner of the office, contents removed, money chewed upon.

The money, being tough, survived. Much more disturbing was the fact that his corporate credit card was missing. And he needed it to straighten out some overdue payments to our health-care provider.

We both searched and searched and found no sign of it.  Steve was about to resign himself to calling the bank, canceling the card, waiting the week or two for a new one, when something inspired me to pick up the doormat.  Voila: 

How Dionne got the card under the mat continues to baffle us. Note that she also has had her way with Steve's slipper.