We had a big, bad and beautiful Malamute named Kenai Kniki 
Nick Knik.  He was his own person and just did as he pleased.  
One afternoon, my mother, brought her laundry over as her 
washer was broken. She had put her laundry in a plastic garbage 
bag.  Kenai spotted the lone garbage sack and out of shear "dog 
and garbage" curiosity, he went investigating the contents. He 
got a hold of my Mom's underwear and ran outside.  He was in 
heaven!  He tossed them up in the air put his paw in the legs 
and began to pull and stretch them.   They were about a size 
50 by the time he was finished.  He was so happy and all my 
Mom could say was, "Your dog is a degenerate!"