I’ll get straight to the point. I tried conjuring up an interesting story to start my post but no can do. So I’ll just say it:
My dog killed my clogs.
Remember that time when I found it humorous when toffee (my dog) killed mother’s plants? Well, it’s not so funny now that it involved my perfectly perfect shoes.
I wasn’t even able to maximize the shoes, only got to wear it once or twice for work. And I don’t even know why Toffee chose my shoes. Why couldn’t it be the sneakers or the other wedge heels or even the rubber shoes? When Toffee saw my clogs, she probably thought, “Ohhh, mommy bought me a new chew toy that looks different yet still smells tasty at the same time.” Right.
It pains me to say it so I’ll just show the pictures of both the shoe-killer and the victimized clogs (drama lang).
But for some reason, maybe it was the weather, the way I woke up or whatever, I didn’t feel mad. Just sad. Haha. I mean, look at the shoe killer. How can you get mad at a face like that? So I told myself this is just another blessing in disguise: now I have a legitimate excuse to buy new shoes!
Remember that shopping ban I vowed to see through? Well, screw that! Need to do some mourning at a mall with my Peso friends.