My friend's tiny dachsund steals shoes. It is HILARIOUS. She will take any shoe, including boots way bigger than she is and move them around the house. My friend has to keep all her shoes on a high shelf in a closet with a closed door.

My closet is pretty much a nightmare. Obviously I have way redundant shoes, and I'm the only one to blame for that. I have a small two-level rack on one side of the closet, but can't put one on the other because it has two rows to hang stuff on, and shoes on racks would be right up in the lower row.

I'm pretty sure that I have too many shoes to fit in the current layout but it's so damned rare for me to try and put them all away at once that I've not tested the hypothesis.

It's a big walk-in closet. I just have too much shit.

Before my puppies became dogs, they would simply eat shoes. No shoe was safe.

My solution has been to keep my work shoes at work and wear something easy to commute in on my way to work. Keeps me from falling down subway stairs and saves the stoppers on my shoes. Plus, fewer shoes in my apartment!

That's my solution too.

One of Bartleby's trainers explained the whole dog chewing shoes phenom as a search and rescue effort. The person's smell is so concentrated in the shoe that the dog thinks, "My person must be in there. I'll go in and get him/her!"

Takes off the 'destructive' onus, but does not make the shoe any less chewed.

Bboy has only ever eaten two shoes. One Kenneth Cole belonging to a boyfriend he didn't like. The other...well...I'd been out with the same beau and when I got home, Bartleby went down two flights of stairs, nabbed the sandal and then brought it to the bathroom door so that I could watch him chew off the strap. He clearly didn't want any confusion as to who exactly was making the statement.

When Mac was a puppy, she ate a very expensive pair of suede mary janes that I was supposed to wear in my sister's first wedding. Three days before the date.

She also chewed up my teva sandals and at least one pair of sneakers.

I have a cat who will eat stray kibble out of the swept-but-not-yet-dustpanned floor shmutz. Not that I have any just-this-minute experience with that. Not that she has just settled against my neck or anything.

ION, I am the greatest!! I sorted 8 bins into 5 bins and an antique suitcase (letters), and figured out where the bins go, AND discovered that a file cabinet makes a perfectly cromulent printer stand. Now if only my printer weren't eleventy zillion years old, I could print things.

Also, the file cabinet was my living room end-table, and is no longer in the living room. Oh darn, must buy more furniture.

I was going to weigh in on the commute discussion, but now I see y'all have moved on to shoes. And fingers.

This amuses me for some reason.

Oh! Now I remember! All that discussion in Bureau about how fast Natter moves. I mean, yeah it moves fast, but honestly, will anyone care if she doesn't learn how long it takes me to get to work? I think not.

I'd never keep shoes at work because I'd want to wear them on the weekend or after work and get irritable. Also because I'm the sort of dresser that can go through 6 pairs of black sandals and not find the right one for the skirt--keeping the proper range of shoes at work would be space-prohibitive.

Oy. I have some work CYA to do, and I'm not loving it.

And a doctor's appointment mid-afternoon. Love.