The socks that were

I'm a dog (blimey, I intially typed 'god' there - obviously a Freudian slip!) so you (and she!) should know that I like smelly things. Therefore, why should my human friend be surprised to find one of her favourite socks with a chewed hole in it. It was very tasty and smelled good. She just made a mistake leaving me alone with her shoes and socks for more than couple of minutes. I think she should be grateful I didn't chew her shoes - they cost a bit more to replace!

Anyway, it will be good to have her home for the weekend - we go for longer walks then and I have a better chance of meeting up with some new canine friends - it is fun to play chasings with them. Not to mention all the new smells ...

And the cats get to come and play outside too. Most of the time they ignore me (can you imagine that!) but the black one sometimes runs to climb over the fence so I give him a hurry-up. Mind you, I have to be a bit careful of the girl cat - she has been known to get spiteful- for something so small, she has an amazing hiss and swipe routine.