Used dog for sale?

Hi All;
Got up this morning and what did I find?
Liz's brand new (worn 2x) Birkenstock!  Oh no!
Luckily for Molly I was leaving for Washington to purchase Piggys...
I had not intended to take her but... I thought Liz might forgive her if she is not home to see!

Good News !  Molly can stay!
I get to buy new Birkenstocks...  after all she's MY dog...

thomas rubino wrote:Good News !  Molly can stay!

That's a big mistake.  Things are only going to get worse.  You should bring her to me so you don't have to worry about any more shoe issues...  

We have a rescue dog who went through a shoe-chewing phase when he was adolescent.  Each time we scolded him, he never chewed another shoe with the same human scent on it as the one he got scolded for.  Smart dog, just a little bit warped.  Once he ran out of people to steal shoes from, he went outside and started digging them out of a nearby collapsed/abandoned house.  (Yes, I live in the kind of place that has neighboring collapsed housing stock.)  We didn't bother him about those; he spent the next several months laying on his outside pallet chewing up a seemingly endless supply of fifty-year-old women's shoes.  Then he grew out of chewing, and (except for bones) mostly doesn't now.  

thomas rubino wrote:
Luckily for Molly I was leaving for Washington to purchase Piggys...
I had not intended to take her but... I thought Liz might forgive her if she is not home to see!

You could probably add a couple days onto the trip and bring home a few extra pair! ;-)  >>>   https://www.birkenstockexpress.com/Who-we-are/brick-and-mortar.cfm

Dan Boone wrote:We have a rescue dog who went through a shoe-chewing phase when he was adolescent.  Each time we scolded him, he never chewed another shoe with the same human scent on it as the one he got scolded for.  Smart dog, just a little bit warped.  Once he ran out of people to steal shoes from, he went outside and started digging them out of a nearby collapsed/abandoned house.  (Yes, I live in the kind of place that has neighboring collapsed housing stock.)  We didn't bother him about those; he spent the next several months laying on his outside pallet chewing up a seemingly endless supply of fifty-year-old women's shoes.  Then he grew out of chewing, and (except for bones) mostly doesn't now.  

That's hilarious all around!

My cat would bring me the first sample of every creature, or size of creature. I would gently smack him upside the head with the creature-corpse, and chuck it back outside.. and he'd never try to gift me that type again, he'd just devour them.

This was a pretty good arrangement until he started to wonder if I would like *live* samples..

Not that she hasn't divined our intentions, but sometimes it's good to have a few pairs of cheap garden clogs ..... what we call "Bowery Birkenstocks"..... on hand for just such paroxysms of playfulness. ;-)