Freaking doggies. I came home about a half hour ago and Gene told me to go outside to see what “my babies” have done.
It’s absolute footwear carnage…oh my god.
It’s the end of my awesome Lands End sandals, my Babe the Pig slippers, near the end of my (NEW) brown shoes, the Homer Simpson slippers. Also lost: the dorky frisbee from my employers, a pair of someone’s sunglasses (not sure whose – I haven’t found the rest of the pair), and something else I can’t even remember. It’s all piled up on my dining room table. The dogs are so eating Ol’ Roy dog food for awhile. (Not really, but I may feed them to Ol’ Roy sooner or later…)
Aggh, I’m so annoyed I’m not even making sense.