Foxxi was unstoppable yesterday when our builder friend came over. Every time he approached the door, she had to scramble after him, barking at the top of her lungs. Since he was making repeated trips in with supplies and stuff, this became old rather quickly. I explained that Foxxi wasn’t trying to chase him out, she was trying to keep him inside. She’s a herding dog, and that’s her instinct. Once someone has joined the herd, THEY WILL STAY WITH THE HERD, dammit.

I ended up banishing her to the bedroom because I needed to leave, and I didn’t want her making builder guy all nervous when he was nailing and sawing stuff.

Did I write about the shoes? Peter has been wearing an insanely embarrassing pair of shoes lately. They are so worn that the entire front is open and his toes are exposed, as if he’s a Lil’ Abner wannabe. (No, he doesn’t know who Lil’ Abner is. Is that strip still around?) The thing is, Peter is very very selective about his clothing and footwear and will not accept just any new pair of shoes. They must zip, and he prefers them to feel broken in right from the start. I bought a pair from Shopko which was rejected for size (not wide enough) and two pairs (pair?) in different sizes from Famous Footwear. The heel tab on those was too stiff, and they were too difficult to get on.

So I returned all those shoes yesterday and picked up yet another pair. (“Bring him along,” you suggest? That’s an amusing suggestion.) These may be acceptable, but they are a bit difficult to zip. If they don’t work, we will be getting shoes that tie. I don’t care.