My late dog Molly used to gather up her toys into a pile, but never like Miss Bette. She not only gathers up her toys, and Chandler's toys, but Mark and my shoes into her giant pile of stuff. She then goes insane, attacking the pile, challenging each piece as if it needed to be tamed by her. Usually Chandler will grab one of his toys out of the mound, only to be chastised by Miss Bette. This leads to a growling, snapping, puppy snarling battle that goes on for over an hour every day after dinner.