The dog and my shoes

We got a new dog a few weeks ago. I thought the dog was cute. Little pointy ears, spots, playing in the hall. Slipper thieving was one thing and could have been construed as cute and puppyish. But the dog has gone too far now, and this is war.

The dog, ate the heels of my brown Nine West pumps. Then the dog ate the heel of one of my favorite black ankle strap black pumps. A pair of black shoes, so beloved and comfortable that I could walk endlessly in their 3" loveliness.

This is war dammit. No one messes with my shoes.

I sorted all the shoes and mated them carefully, taking inventory of their leathery goodness. I went and collected my favorites into shoe boxes, putting them on the highest shelves and writing their classification on the outside of the box for ease in sorting. Now I am going to have to buy some sort of shoe organizing thing to make sure they are safe.

The point about this I find so bothersome, is that I am not sure who is training whom? Are we taking the dog to obedience classes to teach her, or are we training me to inventory and safely stow my footwear?