Cassie likes feet. There’s no getting around this rather odd penchant of hers for all things feety. When we lived in our previous house she wasn’t allowed to access the area where we kept our shoes (and, by association, socks stuffed inside shoes). Every now and then she’d manage to get there and the first thing she would aim for as soon as she got past The Forbidden Door was my dad’s shoes, where there were guaranteed to be a pair of socks. She’d pick them up and not let them go without quite a lot of coercion. She’s also ruined a few pairs of slippers by carrying them around and playing with them (I think she likes to put her nose into them and wear them like some sort of muzzle).

Anyway, the other day I wasn’t paying all that much attention and I left my flip-flops within easy reach of her. Of course, she spent the next ten minutes biting and licking and pulling at them as if she would somehow evoke some sort of reaction from the poor flip-flop. She even got angry with me when I tried to take them away from her! I decided to leave her to her worrying and take a few photos of the spectacle (which isn’t easy with a manual focus lens and a crazy dog).