I am now down a pair of black patent sling-back peep toes. Actually, just the one for the right foot.
I am down a Steve Madden black sandal. Just the left one.
Perhaps I could pair the remaining shoes together, although there is a 2" difference in the heel, so walking might be a bit tricky.
My black ballet flats now have no ties on them.
The dog obviously has an incurable need to chew on my black shoes.
Tonight's adventure did not, thank goodness, involve another pair of shoes (seriously, even Nordstrom is getting tired of my replacement purchases). Tonight took the Little Dog to a bag of Jolly Ranchers in ChellBell's room. He ate them all except for the pieces left hanging off his scruffy face. (Can you see the big cherry piece in this picture?)
Remind me why I have kept this dog?