Ma says there is an old song that goes “these boots are made for walking” and of course she has to sing it! Mercy.
All this in tribute to her big fur lined ones that have been worn all winter and kept her tootsies dry and warm.
We have walked so much that the lining has been worn away and her heals now touch the plastic.
She had only just put them on yesterday to take me for my first pee of the morning when she took them off again.
Why?
A tiny stone had managed to to get inside and was hurting her.
Isn’t it strange how such a very small thing inside such gigantic boots can be such a pain.
Like the proverbial thorn in the flesh it’s best removed promptly!
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