With all of the precipitation (read: *$&#^(@ rain) we've been getting in Saskatchewan, muddy idiot (darling) dog feet have become an issue at our house. In the winter, Izzy wears Muttluks outside, as her feeties are sensitive and have you ever seen a shih tzu trying to hold all 4 paws off the ground at the same time? It involves a lot of little dogs tipping over in snow banks. Which looks as funny as it sounds. Anyhow, I'm thinking that because of all of the rain, I would look for a pair of rain boots for Izzy to at least save me from mopping the whole house more than once a week.
This would have been a done deal several months ago, when Husband and I found ourselves putzing* through Winners, I saw the KEEEUTEST doggy shoes. They would have been perfect for keeping Izzy's feeties clean, so I hold them up to show Husband, and before I can even say "Look at how KEEEEEUUUUTE these are!", Husband lowers his head, and from under his purely menacing eyebrows says through clenched teeth "SHE. IS. A. DOG."
Listen. Getting hissed at under eyebrows was bad enough, but then! THEN! A PERFECT STRANGER who just happened to be walking in our general vicinity pipes in "Amen, Brother!"
Amen, Brother?
If I owned a firearm, I would have forced this Amen Brother Man into my Volkswagen, driven him to my house, and shown him to my Swiffer Wet Jet.
At gunpoint.
The nerve of some people. Rude. RUDE, I SAY!
*I was putzing. Husband was being dragged.
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