Lots of animals carry things. St. Bernard's carry whiskey (OK, probably not really, but they SHOULD). Hunting dogs can carry game. Service animals carry all sorts of things; books, remotes, car keys. Even cats, big or small, have been known to carry things; kittens, usually, but occasionally prey.
Dusty likes to carry Buddy, mainly.
Buddy is Peter's stuffie; he's had him since before he was born. Buddy still hangs out on Peter's top bunk, watching the world go by.
Dusty LOVES Buddy. Dusty will go into Peter's room, climb onto his top bunk (using the ladder, of course) get Buddy, and take him...somewhere.
So far, he's been found in my closet, in the hall landing, in the den, in the living room, on the stairs, in the playroom, on my bed, and, today, facedown in the kitchen.
I won't be truly worried till we come home and there's a Buddy-shaped chalk outline, and bits of fluff on the floor....
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