Not your cup of tea?

So Charles has an open suit case sitting in our room into which he puts all of the stuff that we are collecting to take with us to Costa Rica. I thought, I should sneak in a stuffed animal so that he won't be scared at night. So there I was, having my breakfast, when Trouble, our hound, comes into the room carrying a stuffed moose. No, says I, give that to me. Somehow Trubs understands and hands me the moose. Then he pounces on my blue, fuzzy slipper. I tell him to fetch, and he does. Now I am really impressed so I tell him to fetch my other slipper. To my surprise, off he goes gets my slipper and, ploosh, he drops it into my cup of tea. I blame Charles.