I was warned that George had a taste for shoes or nickers left on the floor. Well it’s been a while since I kicked my nickers off in haste, but shoes are a different matter, so all items were stowed up high.
Wretched animal was undeterred and ballet flats, Italian sandals and bright stripy nickers bit the dust along with a pair of expensive walking socks that are supposed to do everything for you but the walking! A pair of gold earrings disappeared too...
Looking at George you’d never credit such destruction from such an indolent creature. I think he has a canine version of pica - just not sure what nutrients he might be seeking in his fancy for long-dead leather.
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