Frustrated on Friday night

So my so called lovable dog, that is suppose to love me unconditionally, hates me unconditionally. We have a basket that hangs on our bedroom door for socks, underwear and my bras.....why you might ask? Well because she eats them if she gets a hold of them. So what has she done.....she ate a clean pair of pants (my favorite lounge pants), and a super cute pair of underwear (that were clean). So when people ask why I hate my dog, its because she hates ME!