Sooo, we came home tonight and I walked into the backyard to hang with the dogs. The yard guy had come over to mow and he usually stacks up all the dog toys on the porch so he won’t run them over w/ the lawnmower.
Hmmm, one of those toys looks familiar, I thought to myself. Hey! It’s one of my shoes!
Someone please hum taps for the demise of my blue shoes. Arrrrrrgh. These were not old and they were not cheap. I was going to link to them (they’re still available) but they’re listed at original price and I paid less than half of that and I don’t want you to think I’m a princess.
I think Betty must work for a discount shoe store because there is clearly no reason to buy nice shoes anymore. Yes, she knew what she did was wrong. When I showed her the shoes she refused to look at me and later she insisted on jumping up into my lap. Rotten beagle!