As a "normal" girl of course I love shoes, shopping for them, trying them on and especially wearing them out. And also as every other "normal" girl I have a few favorite shoe designer's. So what is this story about, it's about a beagle and a beautiful pair of 120.00 Naughty Monkey shoes that I couldn't live without.
A few weeks ago I was reading up on fashionista magazines when I came across a pair of the most wonderful funky pair of shoes I had ever seen. They were perfect with their real wooden soles, leopard straps, turquoise detailing, bright red soles and stunning ankle wrapping buckles - I was in love for what I thought was life - but ended up seeming more like a bad blind date with a no show.
So after shopping around endlessly for hours (I wear a size 6 so shopping can be hard sometimes) on the internet to find my best bargain on the shoes I could I scored big time. An awesome website that had free shipping; my size and the shoes were only 60.00. So after I finished jumping up in down doing my touchdown dance, I flopped down in my chair and begun the vigorous task of ordering online (just kidding it really only took like five minutes), I was finished, and now ready to begin patiently waiting for my shoes (yeah patient uh huh).
Sadly enough it took so long for the shoes to get to my house I almost forgot I was waiting until my boyfriend said between a few bites of chicken fajitas "Oh yeah you got some package on the door step today". My heart leapt I was so happy (yeah it's not a check from the publishers clearing house but it is a close call), I ran to the front door shrieking the whole way. I ripped off the packaging and there they were so pretty and nice and new. I immediately put them on and began strutting around the house in them to get a feel for them. They were perfect - even though I had to settle for a half a size bigger than usual I was in heaven. But that five minutes of love was about as long as it would last - like junior high romance or the equivalent of sharing a hot fudge brownie Sunday and having the other person take the last bite.
So maybe your wondering what happened. Like six months ago for my wonderful boyfriends Christmas present he really wanted a hunting dog - so as a wonderful nice girlfriend I got him a Beagle. For months we were happy Regal (yes her name is Regal Beagle) went everywhere with us except work and sometimes she even did that. What Beagle didn't like was when we got our other new puppy, which she's had no problem expressing at all by eating shoes, jeans trash. pretty much anything to make us mad no matter how much extra attention we tried giving her. So the morning after I got my shoes in the mail I left them on top of the dishwasher, while I went jogging with my best friend. I thought up there she wouldn't even attempt to try to get them. Well I was wrong. I came back from jogging plopped down on the couch and started hugging and playing with our babies (puppies) and that's when I saw it. My shoes. I stared down at the ground in disbelief there was a perfectly beautiful mangled teeth bitten shoe on the ground with the small words "Naughty Monkey" etched in every fine piece of the sole. So like any girl who doesn't know what else to do I started crying and freaking out, and that was when I looked up and saw the other one outside in the yard same teeth marks different part of the shoe.
So I didn't know what to do I was to sad to be mad at the evil beagle, so I called my friend freaking out on her, about what the beagle did - then I started laughing uncontrollably - trying to picture the beagle climbing onto the kitchen table and then skying herself all the way over to the stove so she could get to the shoes. I wonder how long she had been planning this or was this something she did a lot when we weren't home....who knows - I know I may never know. All I can tell you is this story does have a happy ending - a few of them actually.
The first is that we moved the table far enough away from the stove so she can't jump up there anymore. The second I found a great place to buy shoes from with great deals. The Third is the best when my boyfriend came home and saw how sad I was he called the place from which I had ordered the shoes and asked how we could get another pair since quantities are limited. The lady was great she found me another pair (sadly though the same style but not the same color) a half size smaller and she gave them to us for 40.00 after hearing our story. I am hoping however that there can be a third happy ending where I take my shoes to a shoe repair place and they fix them then I can have both shoe colors....that would a perfectly hectic wonderfully happy shopping experience.