I gave my husband a new pair of slippers for Christmas to replace the warm wonderful sheepskin slippers my sister's family had given him on a previous Christmas. Those slippers had cocooned and warmed his cold feet until Baby Fritzy had chewed them to smithereens, hence the need for new slippers.
My dearly beloved whined about his cold feet. At which time I lovingly reminded him that had he put his slippers up out of "Her" reach he would still be enjoying the warmth and comfort of his slippers. He would give me wonderful impersonations of the warm and heartfelt emotions that grace basset hounds and their more jubilant cousins the blood hounds.
So I set about choosing a new pair of slippers to warm his "tootsies". Since Fritzy has a leather fetish, I rejected all slippers made with this material. I selected a pair of isotoner slippers made with black corduroy fabric, plush cushioning, and fuzzy fake fur lining. I chose slip-ons for added comfort.
I had hid the present until Christmas Eve – because he tends to sniff out the contents much too easily. On our way out to spend Christmas Eve with family I handed him his package. He held it, examined it, shook the box. Then cheerily announced they were slippers. I harrumphed and put the package up after securing Fritzy in the crate.
When we returned home Dan opened his package and donned his pair of slippers. They warmed his toes and gave him great delight. He took off his slippers before heading for a soak in the tub. I was busy in another room. Looking over my shoulder Sammi was on the love seat, Max was lying by the heat vent, Lady was at my side and Fritzy was laying in his recliner.
A short term later Dan emerged from the bathroom and we visited in the dining room. He saucily asked where I was going to put “his” slippers to keep Baby Fritzy from eating them. I lovingly explained that was “his” responsibility! I went into the living room – Baby Fritzy was still in the recliner the slippers were still on the floor. As I picked up the slippers I noticed the heel was wet and missing a small chunk of the fabric. I looked at my husband and said “To late. She already got them.”
I turned to the dog and in my sternest teacher voice held the slippers up and told Fritzy she was a “Bad Dog”. I then turned my sites on my husband as the dog jumped down and headed to my husband for protection. Both she and my husband looked at me with “sad contrite eyes”.
I informed Dan that he needed to scold her for chewing on his slippers. What I hear was a soft gentle voice say. “Baby if you chew your Momma’s going to get after you.”
“Ahhgh” I tried explaining that he needed to set boundaries or she will continue to “chew”. He looked at me with big eyes and responded – “She didn’t mean to r-u-i-n them. Did you Baby? I just can’t get after her.”
Dan smiled sheepishly, “She really couldn’t help herself. She knew it was wrong – but she only nibbled a small piece. She had time to totally demolish it.”
I do not know which is harder to train - my big teddy bear of a husband – who turns to mush when he is faced with disciplining her or Baby Fritzy our charming rogue with a penchant for chewing? Do they offer husband training classes?
This morning I looked through the sale ads – there are some great buys on slippers. I guess I better stock up!