Most people know that sneakers and dress pants don't mix. Unfortunately, I've recently been spotted around the office sporting sneakers instead of my usual, nondescript dress shoes. And it's all because my dog mistook my shoes for chew toy.
On Wednesday evening, I inadvertently left my shoes downstairs in the living room at the mercy of my two dogs. Maybe "mercy" isn't the best word. I believe "destruction" is a better fit. I awoke Thursday morning to find that one of my two dogs, I think I know which one, had ripped out the laces and had gnawed out the stitching. I was annoyed. I ran upstairs to grab my backup pair, you know the ones that you could never quite get throw away, and found that they too had fallen prey to the might jaws of a cockapoo. It seems the dog got into my upstairs closet and, shunning all of my wife's footwear, went right for my reserve pair of work shoes. No, I didn't yell at my dog. But, I did try to give her a stern lecture, explaining the folly of her ways while showing her the destroyed shoes. She walked up to me, wrapped her mouth around one shoe, took it from my hand and disappeared behind the couch. I don't think she learned anything from this experience. I did. Put my shoes away. Somewhere high.
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