Thinking out loud- almost dead shoes

by White on Rice Couple on November 30, 2012

It’s my fault. I’m the one to blame for being so forgetful that we have a teething puppy in the house. I know this.

But sometimes I’m exhausted at the end of the day and when I plop myself on to the couch to exhale in rest relief, I just drop my flip flops by my side. Without thinking, I’ll then drag my body to bed  and leave the shoes where they landed: about 3 feet from a snoring puppy. If you’ve ever seen a snoring puppy curled up on a puffy doggie bed, you’ll know this sweet sight is one of those moments that is worth an Instagram. I’m always overcome with cuteness scenes.

Then sometime before 6 am, I hear a “plop” in the living room. This sound is not so cute.

My first muddled thought is that a puppy has woken up and she’s about the terrorize the house. But my body tells me to just ignore it and pretend I never heard it. I roll over to Todd and whisper “Your dog is awake”.

You see, when Lexi is a bad girl, I call her “his dog”. It’s one of those stages of denial that I go through when I don’t want to admit that I’m the Mommy of a bad kid, and in this case, a crazy puppy. So what better way to cope with these failures and denials then by blaming the dog on Todd. “Our puppy” happens when she’s good and in this case, sleeping.

Another “plop” and the thump, thump, thump sound of puppy feet echo down the hall way. I know what’s happening. I know she has my shoes. But I don’t care, I just want to sleep.

By the time I hear puppy growling, I know that my shoes are dead. Lexi won the battle. The shoes have no chance against the sharp, needle-like teeth of a rhodesian ridgeback pup. They are, after all, brave lion hunters in Africa. So it seems appropriate that she’s exerting her hunting instincts against my helpless shoes.

It’s 6:15 am and I’m already hoping that REI has another pair in my size. Black in color and size 8 1/2, to be exact.

Now it’s 6:30 am and I’m suddenly feeling a rush of adrenaline because I’m letting a 5 month old puppy defeat me and my precious Teva flip flops. I jump up with a simultaneous, firm shout “No Lexi!”. My tired feet barely catch up to my legs as I zip down the hall to the guilty party. And there I find puppy Lexi staring at me with her tail flipping back and forth like a wind shield wiper.

And there I find my shoes and think out loud———oh wait! These flip flops are still wearable!!

Back to bed I go to indulge in another 30 minutes of sleep. This time, I take my shoes to bed with me.

I shall overcome.

Have a great weekend everyone,

diane

 

 

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1 cindy November 30, 2012 at 7:29 am

Well who could resist that sweet little girl? Throw another pair at her and catch another 1/2hr! LOL

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2 Emily November 30, 2012 at 7:38 am

I look at it as an opportunity to visit REI and pick up a new pair of shoes…and whatever else suits my fancy.

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3 harveysmom November 30, 2012 at 8:28 am

you’re preachin to the choir….wait until she encounters the ends of the rugs and thinks they’re one of her too many toys. the good thing is she’ll eventually out grow all this…however our doodle still chews all the stuffing out of every toy he has and the beagle just looks on. he wants to know where the food is…
this too shall pass and she so darn cute and rei is fun, see ya there

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4 Averie @ Averie Cooks November 30, 2012 at 9:21 am

Eeek on the shoes! Hope you get some replacements and some chew toys for her that are something other than your shoes :)

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5 Amanda November 30, 2012 at 9:22 am

Yea! That was my response. Because this was funny and not food related and I needed a little something to wake me up. So thanks! And I am so glad they were still wearable…

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6 TheKitchenWitch November 30, 2012 at 10:32 am

*In the voice of your mother:* “Why you got these dogs when you should be making babies?”

I love you.

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7 White on Rice Couple November 30, 2012 at 10:34 am

Dana- I love you to freaking pieces. Always. And babies? lol!

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8 Abbe@This is How I Cook November 30, 2012 at 12:33 pm

It is much better when they chew both. It is much harder to make a decision on how bad the damage is if only one has been chewed. We went through this many times when my daughter was 12 and it was her puppy destroying expensive Nikes! I must say she learned the hard way as I’m not sure how many shoes were destroyed that season! And now she’s grown and we still have the “puppy”.

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9 Gerry @ Foodness Gracious November 30, 2012 at 2:00 pm

Great story. When my Daisy was Lexi’s age I had a similar situation while lying on the couch, she grabbed my sneaker and I grabbed the other half before she started to make a bolt for it…she won the shoe and I sported a torn tendon in my finger which prevents me fully bending one of my fingers to this day :(

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10 Kathy M November 30, 2012 at 9:36 pm

aha aha hahaha….I so understand your story. Thanks for sharing.

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11 Caroline December 1, 2012 at 11:21 pm

Still totally wearable indeed! Tevas should always have rough edge anyway :) What a cute puppy you have!

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12 Denise December 4, 2012 at 7:53 am

Tevas live forever! We are toying with the idea of adding a puppy to the house. The thing I keep thing about is all the things that will be chewed up. :)

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13 Kristine December 11, 2012 at 10:05 am

My Lexi chewed my brand new pair of Clark boots last year at this time (she was about 14 weeks). I think I had worn them twice, maybe. At least I got them at 50% off.

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14 JulieD December 11, 2012 at 9:54 pm

Ahhh I just got around to reading this post just now…Lexi is so sweet, she can’t do anything wrong, right? Little Angel (funny name right?) is Curtis’ puppy for sure when she’s bad. She doesn’t really care about shoes which is opposite of Charley when he was a pup…she likes to dig in the yard, attack Curti’s palm trees (she’s trimmed them for him eeek) and now she likes Christmas tree ornaments…sigh. But we still love them…even though they aren’t our pups when they are bad. :)

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15 Annie December 18, 2012 at 12:42 pm

So funny! My cats are my ‘husband’s children’ when they’re bad and ‘our kids’ when they’re good. As for the eating of things-that-they-shouldn’t-be-eating, I have a nice collection of 1-strap camisoles because my “husband’s son” likes to chew through strings and such. I’m thankful that he does not chew on shoes, but laces…sigh…I now only buy slip-ons.

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