Common Bonds

I love shoes. Willoughby loves shoes, too. He likes to swing them around his head and hurl them on the floor. Thankfully he has learned the difference between my beat up running shoes and my precious Manolo Blahniks, and amazingly enough, he prefers the running shoes. Plus, I keep the Blahniks under lock and key, so that helps. As soon as I pull those sneakers off my feet he darts in with a stealth move, grabs the shoestring, and with a mighty growl drags it across the floor before swinging it over his head a few times and banging it into the hardwood. After a few more darts, growls, and hurls he settles down to rearrange the balance of right lace versus left lace, pulling from the toe end and working his way up. The moves never fail to make me chuckle, and whenever a new acquaintance inquires about my living situation and I apologize for my single status by explaining that I'm not alone, I have this wonderful dog I rescued, I'm quick to log onto my facebook page and show them the thirty second clip of him darting around with my shoe while JT rocks out from the stereo in the background. "Cute!" they say after 10 seconds. "But wait, wait, this is the best part!" I reply. I demand all thirty seconds of attention on that video, until the dog tosses the shoe aside and jumps onto my lap. Anything less than thirty seconds of attention and I know this person and I are not friends. My baby deserves complete attention, he can hurl a shoe around his head like a slingshot, for goodness sakes! What other dog do you know that can do that, huh? HUH???

I digress- Obsessiveness again, I'm sorry. But I have to say, I love that we both love shoes. Enough to play with them, show off what they can do, and not chew them into pieces.

That's what the tupperware is for.