Mary Poppins had her umbrella. Christopher Robbin had Winnie The Pooh. Snow White had her seven dwarves. And I? I have a dog who happens to wear socks. Baby socks to be exact. Baby socks with rubber gripping pads on them, so he doesn’t slip on the floor.
You see I love the dog, and I rather love the floor. The dog is, well, he’s family. The floor is a lovely, nice, shiny floor. The problem is that the shiny floor is a bit slippery for humans and super slippery for the dog.
Some people might say get rid of the floor, but that seems a tad drastic. Others would suggest removing then of, but again that’s a bit much.
The compromise came in the form of four baby socks. A friend had left them behind, when she and her young son stayed for visit. When I found them, some time after the visit, her son had outgrown them. But they were a perfect fit for the dog. He doesn’t mind wearing them on account of it means he can be the kitchen where we are.
beloved had to get over a fit of being doubled over with laughter, but it beats the dog falling flat on his face and not being able to get up off the floor.