I firmly believe they are my slippers. I purchased them. They have my feet imprinted in them. I’m sure my DNA lives in every velvety inch of them.

Yet, the new puppy would disagree.

She brings them out from my bedroom. She plays with them while I am at work. She shakes her head and allows the ends to smack her on the face. She even barks at them.

And still the struggle continues. As soon as I slip my feet in them, she’s there–maw around the pom-poms tugging and pulling to free them and run away with them.

They aren’t going to last through the winter. She’s already matted the pom-poms into lumps and is now actively biting the tops of them too in her liberation efforts. I have been pinched in the process and have jerked my foot away, leaving her the victory of a slipper.

So, while I still believe they are my slippers, it may be time to let her have them. Too bad, she doesn’t seem to want them if I’m not in them.

Ah well.

Until next time, stay healthy.