One would think that the doghouse is an appropriate place for Sullivan. We're not talking, however, about the cute doghouse decorated with scalloped trim and outfitted with Milkbones and down pillows. We're talking about the other doghouse. Where little bad dogs go. For chewing on daddy's favorite boat shoes.
note the missing shoelace pieces.
You might remember this post, the one about my husband and his love affair with boat shoes. I may not have mentioned that at the hint of warm weather, these shoes manage to undoubtedly find their way out of hiding every. single. year. I wouldn't mind their constant resurfacing if they were brand new and the soles hadn't yellowed. "But that's what gives them flavor, " according to Hubs.
Poor Hubs. There are few things in life that he loves almost as much as he loves me and his boat shoes would surely be at the top of that list.
We're so very sorry Hubs. Sully's been a very bad boy.
but momma's secretly ecstatic that she can finally go out and buy you a new pair of Sperry's!