The other day a woman posted that she was giving away dog boots. I jumped on it.
I have been joking with my family for years that Farley needs boots to wear on muddy days. Maybe the whole idea of "taking your shoes off at the door" can apply to him and we'll have less dirt to sweep.
We laughed so hard as we tried his new shoes on him and watched him prance around on the concrete.
But he seemed to be OK with them. They didn't interfere with his ball-fetching.
Derrick wondered why the lady only had seven. I think the reason is demonstrated below...they tend to get left behind in the thrill of the chase.
Fun stuff.
