As a "average" child of course I worship shoes, shopping for them, annoying them on and especially annoying them out. And also as every other "common" youngster I have a few darling shoe designer's. So what is this article about, it's about a beagle and a stunning twosome of 120.00 Naughty Monkey shoes that I couldn't live without.

A few weeks ago I was reading up on fashionista magazines when I came across a brace of the greatest funky twosome of shoes I had ever seen. They refine with their valid stilted soles, leopard straps, turquoise detailing, light red soles and stunning ankle wrapping buckles - I was in fancy for what I thought was life - but ended outward more like a bad blind meeting with a no show.

So after shopping around endlessly for hours (I erosion a bulk 6 so shopping can be hard sometimes) on the internet to find my best bargain on the shoes I could I scored big time. A humbling website that had open shipping; my bulk and the shoes were only 60.00. So after I wrecked jumping in down liability my stop dance, I flopped down in my manage and begun the brisk chore of ordering online (just kidding it very only took like five action), I was finished, and now disposed to open patiently waiting at my shoes (yeah patient uh huh).

Sadly enough it took so long for the shoes to get to my house I almost forgot I was waiting until my boyfriend said between a few bites of chicken fajitas "Oh yeah you got some organize on the door stage nowadays." My nucleus leapt I was so opportune (yeah it's not a limit from the publishers clearing house but it is a close call), I ran to the front door shrieking the entirety way. I ripped off the packaging and there they were so appealing and trivial and new. I immediately put them on and began blustery around the house in them to get a feel for them. They were flawless - even still I had to reconcile for a half a volume superior to standard I was in heaven. Nevertheless that five report of dearest was about while it would last - like secondary high romance or the equivalent of division a hot fudge dryad Sunday and having the other being taken the last tartness.

So maybe your wondering what happened. Like six months ago for my superb boyfriends Christmas present he sincerely wanted a hunting dog - so as a fantastic fussy girlfriend I got him a Beagle. For months we were glad Regal (yes her name is Regal Beagle) went everywhere with us excluding work and sometimes she even did that. What Beagle didn't like was when we got our other new puppy, which she's had no tricky expressing at all by intake shoes, jeans bunk. Appealing much something to make us mad no trouble how much above interest we tried giving her. So the morning after I got my shoes in the mail I left them on top of the dishwasher, while I went jogging with my best alone. I thought up there she wouldn't even shot to try to get them. Well I was criminal. I came back from jogging plopped down on the phrase and ongoing hugging and live with our babies (puppies) and that's when I saw it. My shoes. I stared down at the ground in mistrust there was a perfectly wonderful mangled teeth bitten shoe on the ground with the small language "Naughty Monkey" carved in every charge chunk of the sole. So like any teenager who doesn't know what besides to do I ongoing crying and freaking out, and that was when I looked up and saw the other one outer in the yard same teeth letters different part of the shoe.

So I didn't know what to do I was too sad to be mad at the evil beagle, so I called my ally freaking out on her, about what the beagle did - then I started laughing uncontrollably - trying to picture the beagle climbing onto the kitchen submit and then skying herself all the way over to the oven so she could get to the shoes. I question how long she had been planning this or was this something she did a lot when we home....Who knows - I know I may never know. All I can tell you is this yarn does have a pleased finale - a few of them actually.

The first is that we enthused the board far enough away from the oven so she can't jerk up there anymore. The following I found a great place to buy shoeing from with great deals. The Third is the best when my boyfriend came home and saw how sad I was he called the place from which I had planned the shoes and asked how we could get another pair since quantities are narrow. The woman was great she found me another pair (unhappily while the same shape but not the same flush) a half range smaller and she gave them to us for 40.00 after hearing our legend. I am hopeful however that their can be a third joyful finale where I take my shoes to a shoe renovate place and they fix them then I can have both shoe ensign....That would a perfectly frantic wonderfully pleased shopping experience.