I have a favourite pair of shoes. They are a pair of Sketchers I bought about five years ago. And after a wash in the washing machine, they are always as good as new, smelling as fresh as a daisy. And I left them over night to dry off, thinking nothing more about it.
Well now one of them is missing! I thought I was going daft and searched everywhere but it definitely wasn't anywhere to be seen. Someone was having a laugh as I imagined I was the victim of a practical joke.
|Missing: Have you seen this shoe . .|
But, it turns out, there is a prime suspect . . . .
|Prime Suspect shoe thief|
Yes, she may look all cute and innocent, sunbathing like she owns the garden, but don't let that fool you. Apparently Foxes like to take things, so I have been told by various people. I guess it's the doggy thing they're doing; chewing items to death as they slobber all over it.
I have searched the garden but nothing. But then . . . . do I really want it back? Hubby thinks this is highly amusing and is in awe that the fox isn't dead from touching the shoe. Cheers! That's really kind of you.
But it's not all bad . . . . . I get the excuse to go shoe shopping for another pair. Love