Had a dog who loved underwear.
If he had access, he’d grab a pair, run out of the bedroom and through the house, thrashing a pair side to side, begging you to chase him down. This antic would sometimes happen in front of guests. Yikes! Padlock the hamper!
Worse, he’d stealth-chew the crotch area. Sometimes we’d only notice when we’d go to put them on. Me, I’d laugh. Gf wasn’t in the least bit amused when she’d feel the cool breeze and discover the damage.
I knew a guy in college who stole women’s underwear from clothes lines. Strange.