Our dog is strange.
He has many strangenesses.
But perhaps the strangest of his strangenesses, the most quirky and perplexing of all. is his need to separate pairs of shoes, resulting in the universal act of the shoe hunt, whenever anyone needs to leave the house.
He doesn’t eat them, or chew on them, or even pay the least bit of attention to them, once they’ve been neutralized.
I can only imagine the workings of his little pea brain. Pairs of shoes are the devil’s work. And they must be separated. Stealthily. Sneakily. When no one is looking. But as soon as possible. Otherwise, who KNOWS what mischief they might get up to, left to their own devices. Together. In pairs. Plotting mayhem. Possibly in cahoots with other pairs of shoes… or the Illuminati. Who knows?
The Wonder Dog knows.
And it’s his life work to save us from the calamitous possibilities.
Here he is, pretending to be an innocent bystander, all the while on constant guard to save us from the nefarious schemes of my Rocket Dogs and my Becky Bones.
“Who, me? I’ve never seen those shoes before in my LIFE”
Thank you, Wonder Dog. I can sleep safely in my bed tonight, knowing you are on the job.