As was bound to happen, my son has become fascinated with shoes. Not just any shoes, I might add, but any shoes that are not his. Mom and dad's are the best. Mom has all these funky shoes that he can get his feet into and sort of walk around in but dad's, well, they are just too darn big, clunky and heavy to get anywhere.
Frustrating, really.
But don't worry, the dog understands all the frustrations and is willing to offer whatever sympathy possible.
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