Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Day two: Tiger

Surgical removal of the Rocketdog boots that Tiger has worn continuously for three months takes most of our time at the shoe shop. At one point she refuses to be parted from them and declares she will wear them anywhere, even crossing the Sahara in temperatures of 54 degrees when she is threatened by angry camels. Finally she succumbs to a pair of sandals with flowers on them. I resolve to bury the Rocketdogs in the garden when she is asleep.

3 comments:

Ruth said...

Make that somebody else's garden, somebody you don't know, who has a large dog and lives at least a street away and you might, just might get away with it. Otherwise she WILL find them and dig them up and be wearing them by mid morning.

Grit said...

you are right, ruth! she has a radar fitted for old boots and purple velour dresses and can find them even when stuffed in a plastic bag and hidden behind the kitchen waste pipe.

The Gossamer Woman said...

Pack them in a brown paper parcel and send them to an address in Scotland, without a return address on it.