These shoes have been EVERYWHERE. I originally bought them for a world trip. They have walked the hallowed streets of Paris' fashion district, been into the most elegant of boutiques on Rodeo Drive and traipsed around the giant Boeing Hangars in Seattle. They are my travelling buddies. More recently they saw me through a walking tour of Tuscany. Two weeks on my feet day after day and, on most occasions they were with me. They have had the Catholic blessing at the Vatican and frollicked through Hyde Park in London on a carefree spring day. A not once did they give me any trouble. Many ladies out there will understand the inestimable value of a pair of comfortable shoes. Sure they got a little smelly on occasion and there was a time, not long ago, when I really thought they should be retired. But since coming to Hawke's Bay they have been at my service unstintingly through the good and the bad.
And to think they had to come to such an ignominious end. There I was relaxing in bed on a windy, cold Hawke's Bay "SPRING" morning. The dog, the perpetrator, was on the floor happily chewing away on his toy bone. Well so I thought. I simply looked down to check o
n the little darling and there were my shoes suffering a horrible death. The 'little darling' was sent to coventry and my mourning commenced. Jack knows that something is amiss but he doesn't fully comprehend the sorrow he has caused and the total frustration of having only one decent shoe. I think it has something to do with his sock fetish - there were a pair of socks tucked into the shoes. I think a psychologist may be needed - not sure who for though.THE BEST........the unstinting loyalty of these wonderful shoes. The wonderful memories that no-one can ever take away, no matter how the end came about.
THE WORST......still having one around to remind me constantly of my loss.
I AM LEARNING.....to know that toys aren't the only thing Jack likes to chew - and that shoes may have feelings.
For the record - they were Supersoft Diana Ferrari casuals.
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