Scottie Dad warned me it would come to this someday. I refused to believe it. My Scotties love to cause occasional havoc by dragging undergarments out of the laundry bin but they've never taken an interest in shoes, which is great because I often keep an assortment by the front door for convenience's sake...until now. The other day, I came home from work and hooked Heather and Mr. K up on their leashes for their afternoon walk. I stopped at the door to switch out my heels for something a little more comfortable when I notice one of my go-to flats for dog walking is missing. I look up and down the hallway. Not there. I go back to the living room and kitchen. Not there, either. Where could it be?
Not wanting to keep my puppies from their much-anticipated walk any longer, we ventured out of the apartment without attempting to solve the case of the missing shoe. Heather and Mr. K were doing their business when it hit me: could one of my puppies have stolen the shoe? They've never done that before but they do love to keep me guessing...I smiled. Well, at least they chose the crappy shoe if they did! We headed back toward the apartment after their walk and while they ate their dinner, I decided to look around the apartment once more. At first, I saw nothing. Then, I saw a shiny, black something in the Scottie bed: my shoe! I couldn't help but laugh. Why in the Scottie bed? To play with it? To chew it? To cuddle with it? Luckily, there weren't any chew marks. One of them must have picked it up for fun, ran off with it, shook it around and finally dropped it in the bed. But which was the Scottie Who Dunnit? I have a fair hunch which of the two it was but I'll let you tell me who you think is guilty here: Heather or Mr. K?