Red handed

Today as I was getting ready to pull weeds, the puppy (Scout) wanted to play with my gloves.
Not allowed. And I shooed her away.
After going to the bathroom, I returned to the spot where I had left my supplies to take outside (including Sariah and the gloves) only to find ONE glove.
I instantly yelled for Scout, only to find her as such:
Curled up in the dog bed, LAYING on my glove.


(it may be hard to tell- but it is there!)