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Casualty of Oliver

Yes, folks, it was bound to happen: Oliver ate a shoe. I knew he was going to chew stuff, I even expected the trouble of teaching him not to. But knowing it and experiencing it are entirely different, I am finding.

I am the one person in the house who has a tremendous amount of trouble finding shoes that fit right (thanks, Nana, for the bunions!). So, naturally, Oliver chewed up my shoe. And it wasn't even like it was just any shoe, it was my newest pair of summer sandals. For those of you who may not know this, sandals and I do not get along (again, thanks, Nana, for the bunions!). So finding a pair that worked and were attractive (yes, I could probably find some ugly ones if I wanted, but I refuse to wear orthopedic shoes in my 30s!) was not easy, and YET! I found some at the end of last summer - on sale, no less!

Well, no more! They have succumbed to the new puppy's desire to chew everything in sight. I suppose lamenting that particular pair will not bring them back, but it just figures....

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  1. BettyFebruary 7, 2009 at 10:53 PM

    Yikes! It seems to always be your favorite shoe or favorite anything they can get their shark-puppy-like teeth on they find right away.Oh yes...my husband has learned that the hard way MANY MANY times:)

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