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A South London Vizsla... in Washington DC

Hello. I really am four, although no-one ever believes me because I didn't do as much growing up as I could have done. My real name is Velveteen Magyar du Causse-Diege (I was born in France) but I prefer Maggie for short. When I'm not playing in the park or looking out the window, I like to sit on my cushion and think great thoughts. I'll try and share some of them on here.

Wednesday 17 September 2008

Shoes? Really?

Something bizarre has happened over the last week. Mum and dad have bought me... some shoes. What do I want them for? It's almost as bad a present as the time dad bought me bath soap. I mean, I know I'm a girl, and human girls are really into shoes, but honestly. 

As shoes go, I suppose they're not too bad. Not like those high heeled things mum wears sometimes. They've got comfy elasticated cuffs, and suede soles, and reflective velcro fasteners. And I only have to wear one of them, not all four. But it's rubbish cos it stops me getting at the cut on my paw, which is quite sore and badly in need of a good licking. 

Anyone else ever had to wear them? And more importantly, anyone got any good tips for getting them off?

3 comments:

Charlie said...

Oh yes Maggie, I know all about shoes. I also cut my paw and had to wear one. For some reason mum and dad found it hilarious to watch me walking all strangely trying to work out what this weird thing was on my foot. Mind you, once it was on I didn't mind too much. They used to bag my foot in the evening with some manuka honey on it for 30 mins, which I was then allowed to lick off (cos it's good for your insides too), so that part wasn't too bad.

Anonymous said...

Hey Maggie,
Pesto here. You think wearing 1 is bad. Try wearing all four and in public just because I was allergic to grass. I have to admit I didn't get itchy feet anymore but the humilliation in front of all my friends. *winces*.

On how to get them off. run run run and run some more. The quicker you run the sooner they come off.

Scraping them against things also helps. Another thing to do could be to yell your head off whilst they are on so that your mum and dad can't stand it any longer and take pitty on you.

Just be careful the taking off of shoes may result in the appllication of a lamp shade. Even worse in my determination as how are you meant to clean anything then!

Best wishes in your removal method and let me know how it goes

Pesto x

Delilah and Rocket said...

Mom just wraps our paws and there's not getting off what she puts on