Several years ago a good friend gave me a pair of brand new slippers for my birthday. I didn’t think I really needed slippers, but when I started wearing them, I thought, “Darn! These are comfortable.”
Over time I became attached to them, and Emma realized this. Now we had a competition over possession of the slippers.
I should have remembered what happened to my Birkenstocks when she was just a puppy and she ate the straps right out of one of them.
“Did I do good, MA? Huh? Huh?”
She has outgrown the chewing habit, but she still likes to take a little nibble if the flavour is especially good.
So if she only nibbles a bit, how did the slippers get like this?
Well, she knows I need my slippers in the morning, and when she wants me to get up, she brings ONE of them to the bedside. This may be after she has slept on it.
And who knows where the other one is?
So the conversation with the dog goes like this,” Thank you!” (which is what I have to say to make her give it up – she has me trained). Then I say, “Go get the other one.”
She runs around the house to wherever she left the slipper and brings it back to me.
Then she makes me beg for it and say, “Thank you!”
After five years of nibbling and fetching, my slippers have changed shape somewhat.
Do you think I need new slippers?