Comments on: A Moment of Silence, Please

By: Sue F,

Sue F, — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 23:44:54 +0000

Depending on what credit card you used you might be able to get a credit for those shoes…

By: Jennie

Jennie — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 17:13:27 +0000

Class factotum wrote “Children, at least, can be trained and will someday grown out of their unwilling destructive behavior. Dogs, on the other hand, do not change.”
Actually dogs and cats can be easily trained out of bad behavior (usually by training the owner) and bad smells and excessive hair are again the owner’s fault (clean up the house, wash the dog, change the kitty tray, and brush the animals!) On the otherhand by the time you have the children trained out of their “unwilling destructive behavior”, they become teenagers and indulge in willing destructive behavior. This includes “borrowing” those beautiful designer shoes, clothes, and handbags, putting stains, rips, tears, cigarette burns (”my friend did it”) and mystery smells into what was a cherished item…

By: Jo

Jo — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 09:42:57 +0000

My very large (100+ lbs) dog has yet to chew up anything at all in the house. He views chewing on non-chew-toy-things as beneath his massive dignity.

My boyfriend’s 12-lb miniature Dachshund, on the other hand, has destroyed six pairs of shoes, one pair of jeans, a leather vest (thank you! Good puppy!), two pairs of work boots, and several sets of boxer shorts.

This, however, is not all bad. I call the Doxie the Fashion Police Pup, since everything he’s eaten (with the exception of a pair of black Doc Martens) has been hideously ugly.

By: Chaser

Chaser — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 07:35:57 +0000

I totally bought the robot vacuum cleaner, and it had nothing to do with the dogs. It had to do with the fact that I fracking hate to vacuum and I desired a robot. Trust me, that one is no hardship! This is but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of things I bought for me me me!

By: Poochie

Poochie — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 01:47:10 +0000

Never the dog! Insane.

I too am lucky, I’ve never had a pet eat a shoe or ruin an item of clothing. But all my shoes stay in shoe boxes, as they should.

I’ve ruined more shoes than all 6 of my pets combined. And broken more plates/crystal too.

Save me from myself!

Luv
Poochie
PS I’d visit with your cobbler before doing anything drastic.

By: Laura

Laura — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 00:34:18 +0000

I’m a little startled at the apparently-serious replies that the dog should go. Surely people could tell that Plumcake was joking?

By: The Manolo Week in Review » Manolo's Shoe Blog

The Manolo Week in Review » Manolo's Shoe Blog — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 23:14:51 +0000

[...] Plumcake… Today I wore them for the first time since the repair, and met a friend at my very favorite coffeeshop/cocktail lounge. Then, as I was leaving those hallowed, booze-filled grounds…SNAP! [...]

By: class-factotum

class-factotum — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 20:45:02 +0000

Not being a dog person, this is easy for me. The dog goes. I have friends whose window frames and plinths have been chewed away, whose dogs shed so much that they have bought that robot vacuum cleaner, and whose houses reek of dog smell. (Some cat owners are just as bad with the cat box.)

Children, at least, can be trained and will someday grown out of their unwilling destructive behavior. Dogs, on the other hand, do not change.

By: Chaser

Chaser — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 06:39:03 +0000

Oh, boy, somebody’s been a bad little doggie. I have been fortunate in that my dogs don’t generally share my shoe fetish. The one who is kind of interested in shoes will pick one up and run around with it; he got a watchband and chewed on it, but that’s about it. Both dogs are rescues, and one who does have a bit of a shoe fetish has trouble chewing his food, let alone leather–I think somebody may have kicked him at one point because he doesn’t have any teeth on the one side of his head; thus chewing is a lot of work for him and he’s not into it with toys or anything else. I also don’t think the breed (Pekingese) is known for chewing the way Goldens or bigger dogs do.

My husband’s cat, OTOH, has been exponentially more destructive than the dogs–wrecks the curtains, wrecks the chair, rips on me (interloper that I am), rips on the carpet, etc. He positively *ruined* a beautiful white silk shirt I had. He’d raced out of the apartment to get outside on me–where he wasn’t allowed–and I chased him half a block (look! The fat lady, she can move when she’s motivated!) finally grabbed him, and he threw a full-fledged hissy fit, claws everywhere. And he’s a Siamese, so his claws are like scimitars. He ripped my pretty poet sleeves to shreds and me along with them, so by the time we got back home my white shirt was in tatters and covered in blood (mine). What are you going to do? My husband adores that little cat, and the cat was exclusively an indoor baby (though my scars suggest he might have held his own pretty well outside, though it was dangerous and trafficky); I had to do it. Threw away the shirt, sadly, but…the cat lives on, at age 19, and isn’t an unpleasant old fellow, really, even though he’s still not fond of me.

By: Christine

Christine — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 01:23:15 +0000

I once had a pair of perfect shoes, saved for and treasured and carefully hidden each night from the leather loving Golden Retriever Zach. Zach got old and could not jump on the bed and Christine got lazy and left the rare, expensive and irreplacable shoes on the middle of the bed in a box in a bag. The rare and unique speckled Topaz, who shunned shoe leather, despite the offers of Zach to her of many tender pairs, on this day indeed did jump up and eat the shoes in their entirety.

Many years later the shoes are still mourned but more is the rare and unique speckled Topaz dog with the brilliant topaz eyes.