A couple of weeks ago while finishing getting ready to go out, I couldn’t find one of the sandals I had planned to wear. I was running a bit behind so quickly looked in a few obvious places (under the bed, in the back of the closet, in the car) but the missing shoe wasn’t found. I changed up the outfit and didn’t think too much about it until this week.
Last night while getting ready to take Rigby out for a walk, I made the mistake of saying, “Ready to go for walk?” before I was actually ready to go. Rigby LOVES to go on walks. Just saying those words causes her to become a ball of howling energy and excitement. She went a little crazy while I was changing clothes and ran up and down the stairs a few times wondering why I had said those words when we hadn’t left the house yet. During one of her passes through the bedroom I was getting my socks and sneakers on, and in the blink of an eye one of my sneakers went running down the stairs. I called her a few times, hoping she’d bring it back, but in her excitement she ran back up the stairs without it. I finished what I could in the bedroom and then hopped down the stairs to find my other shoe.
I walked from room to room looking for my sneaker. Rigby dragged her leash out and bounced up and down hardly able to stand it. I hadn’t spent any length of time in the living room in a week or two so hadn’t realized what had been happening. I walked to her bed in the back corner of the room and sitting on it was my sneaker along with the missing sandal, two socks, a paintbrush, and a half-eaten tube of Chapstick. That little stinker has been stealing and hoarding my things for a couple of weeks. Every time I think she’s turned into a grown up dog she proves that she’s still just a naughty puppy – cute but rotten.