Remember back at the beginning of pregnancy when I complained about constantly having to buy bigger bras?
Yeaaaaaah…I had to do that again. But that’s not what this post is about.
The last couple weeks of pregnancy those troubles traveled south. Way south…to my feet.
As in my feet were swollen, not that my boobs were so huge that they touched the floor.
One day I walked around the office in little black bootie/ballet socks and praying that no one would realize I wasn’t wearing shoes. After that, I stole Kiefer’s PF Flyers and wore those to work. Since they’re all black, no one noticed I was wearing sneakers.
My ankles were nearly nonexistent, and every pair of shoes I owned (including the new bigger and wider ones I just bought) were pinching my feet.
I cursed myself for giving Ozzy the most recent shoe box so I couldn’t return the new shoes.
Everyone always posts pictures of cats and boxes, but no one posts about dogs and boxes. In case you were wondering what dogs do with boxes, let me put your mind at rest.
Step 1. Inspect the box for any strange odors.
Step 2. Determine if the box contained food…or is food.
Step 3. Taunt the cat with the new toy box.
Step 4. Determine if the box is indestructible.
Step 5. Destroy the box…but look cute while doing it.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “My life with a newborn was very similar. We put our daughter in the crib the first night and then told her how to work the TV remote and to help herself to anything in the fridge if she woke before us. We were very surprised when she was up….15 minutes later.”—The Waiting
March 19th, 2014 at 9:53 am
That’s ok, you don’t have to return the shoes. Just keep them for when you get pregnant again! 😉
Ozzy does look pretty cute with that box. You might start a new internet craze . . . dogs and boxes.
March 27th, 2014 at 8:23 am
Didn’t we have a talk about the stitches this weekend? Pregnant again? Ummm…no.
March 19th, 2014 at 10:34 am
In that last picture, Ozzy looks guilty. “Sorry mummy, I didn’t mean to destroy the nice box…”.
March 27th, 2014 at 8:24 am
Ozzy always looks guilty. And when he’s in trouble, he wags his tail and gives you the puppy dog face. He’s a natural at that face.
March 19th, 2014 at 11:43 am
Love that last picture with his legs splayed out on the steps. Classic! John
March 19th, 2014 at 12:50 pm
I had no idea Ozzy was a boxer.
March 19th, 2014 at 4:26 pm
Not only is Ozzy cute, he’s apparently a yoga master- look at his Downward Dog On Stairs position!
March 21st, 2014 at 9:01 pm
Ha! Too funny Peg!
March 19th, 2014 at 4:54 pm
What blessings! A new baby AND a pair of cankles too!
March 19th, 2014 at 11:01 pm
Awww, so cute!
March 20th, 2014 at 4:48 am
This is too adorable!
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
March 20th, 2014 at 8:29 am
I really should have taken a picture of my boys (kitties) playing in/around/under/and through my husband’s shoe box last night. They were hilarious! Boxes are their favorite toy – and who doesn’t love a ‘free’ toy!?
March 20th, 2014 at 4:57 pm
“What, me? Whoooaaa, no. There’s been some misunderstanding. The *cat* ate the box and I was just. . .um. . .I was just cleaning it up. Hey, nice shoes!!”
March 22nd, 2014 at 2:10 am
What is it about boxes and animals. Cats of course, believe in imaginary mice, but your dog…he’s got that beat. He know’s there’s a chew toy in there.
March 25th, 2014 at 1:31 pm
cute!~
March 25th, 2014 at 1:31 pm
my cats had a thing for newspaper…
March 25th, 2014 at 10:16 pm
I’m new to the blog world and stumbled across this beauty when I was searching through the humor blogs. When I saw the headline “This is How My Dog Learned to Eat Shoes”, I knew it was going to be a winner. Anything that has dogs in it…I’m sold. Those pictures of your dog Ozzy and that box are just too great! As long as he looks cute destroying the box it’s okay, right? Good luck with the rest of your pregnancy!
-Ashley
March 27th, 2014 at 8:27 am
Thanks! I’m a big fan of our Ozzy Pups, so he makes frequent guest blog appearances.
March 26th, 2014 at 2:53 pm
My Spanish dog (the one we rescued) learned to chew boxes after the cat performed a surprise attack a few too many times. Now she chews them preemptively. Like clearing minefields as far as she’s concerned.