High Fashion, high heels, a klutz, and Bull Terriers
I’m no fashion plate. I wear jeans and T-shirts all the time. When you have dogs, fashionable clothes shred easily if worn anywhere near them. I own a few dresses but they seldom see the light of day or moonlight for that matter. One of my dresses almost killed me. I caught the heel of my shoe in the hem and went ass over tin cups. It was a good thing that I was outside and had a soft landing on a nice, thick lawn. The shoes didn’t have much of a heel and still I fell. Okay, so I’m a klutz. I admit it. I have the T-shirt that says so.
I can’t wear high heels. Hell, I don’t even own a pair for fear of falling off them. That’s why I live in flip flops or, when I have to wear shoes, sneakers. The highest pair of heels I have are about two inches and I’ve only worn the shoes twice—I don’t get out much.
I have two Bull Terriers—not the best choice of dogs for a klutz to have. My dogs are walking road blocks. Occasionally, they seem to take great delight in tripping either Dear Hubby or me. Gavin’s paws often aim for my feet when I’m not wearing sneakers. Lately, since it is flip-flop season, the most often heard expression with the properly added expletive is, “Ow! Foot! Get off my ******* foot!” Patty doesn’t aim for my feet as frequently but she’s managed to get a paw in from time to time.
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Doggonedmysteries 
Sounds like home – only in my case it’s the cats, Billy and Mr. Beckett, who don’t know where I’m going, but definitely want to get there before me. This requires constant intimate surveillance of my feet, or launching against my legs. The closer I get to the kitchen the more frantic they become. This is a considerable problem since I have only a limited view straight down and have no idea they have suddenly arrived. I now move in no more than a shuffling creep.
In just a few weeks they have trained me to not get anywhere near my kitchen without hanging on to walls, counter, anything that holds still to keep me from sudden crash landings.
Cats are like that. They especially enjoy twining around their person’s legs when they go down stairs. I think they are plotting to take over the world.
mine do the same thing – and the puppy also believes my crocs are chew toys
deb
Bad puppy! Leave the crocs alone. I can’t tell you how many pairs of shoes I lost to dogs over the last 36 years…Our first dog, a GSD, used to snack on my shoes all the time but he’d leave Dear Hubby’s alone.
Sounds familiar! Darla is pretty good about not messing with my clothes & shoes, but the others? Forget it.
Dogs, gots ta love ’em!