My Ugg boots are amuck. I know you are dying to hear the whole story, but first say “hi” to Clementine (we call her Clem).
Clem arrived at camp this very morning. Clem has been camping with us since she was just a wee pup; we love Clem
Clem has a look most mothers would die for. We call it her “I’m not kidding” look.
Of course she also has an adorable look. All together, now: “Awww!”
Wait….I have another side story for you about shoes. Bare with me, we will get to the Ugg story eventually. Joe never understood the trend of making people take off their shoes when they entered a house. Yes, of-course if you lived in Japan or China you would remove your shoes but we don’t, we live in Chicago. Joe would take off his winter boots and replace them with his regular shoes. No he did not want a pair of the cute little socks that the hostess might or might not have on hand. He wore his shoes. Our host would ask us if we would like to remove our shoes, Joe would say, “No thank you.” and move along. If the host followed him with socks, he would take the socks, thank them and put them in his pocket or hand them to me and asked me to put them in my purse, as I politely padded along beside him in my sock covered feet wondering what I was thinking when I married my rude spouse. I love to free my feet from the confines of shoes or boots at the first hint of opportunity.
Ok. Ok. back to the Ugg story. Because I remove my shoes and boots as soon as I can, it is not unusually for me not to be able to find two boots that match. Yes, I take them off together but they are carried astray by a Golden Retervier, or one might be push under the couch when my pups stampede on there way to a meal. The possibilities are endless. When Clems mom called (you remember Clem right? look up at her picture if you need a refresher) and I looked for my Uggs-this is all I could find.
I raced out to collect Clem and was grateful that her mom knew that I only indulge in small bottles of Coke (6 oz, icy cold ) . Clem, however, gave me a knowing look, she knows that at Camp-Run-A-Pup, we often love to run amuck with or without our Uggs!
What do you think of the custom of removing your shoes, when you go visiting? And don’t you think Joe (my dearly departed) was very rude!
Wait–as always Joe is bugging me to type his comment.
“It was NOT rude when I did not remove my shoes. I was looking out for my fellow guests safety. In case disaster stuck I would have been prepared to save lives, while the rest of you put on your shoes. Think about it.”
What a guy, always looking out for his fellow guest!
★~♥~♥~★~ ♥~★~★~♥ ~ Katybeth