Footwear Fetish (2) - The doGs must be Crazy

I've already told you about how dogs and friends alike go crazy jealous over my sandals.

As promised I will now explain in horrific detail what happened on the three separate occasions.

Day 1:
Started off just like any other day, you know.
You walk out your door, trying to place your feet inside your sandals and rush out so that you can catch that 8:30 bus.
The only problem was there wasn't a pair of sandalS, there was just one.Sandal.

I did what any sane man would do, roamed around our apartment(that includes stairs, mind you) with just one sandal on.And to my very short lived relief there it was, outside one of our neighbours doors. Upon nearing the 'thing'(it was no longer a sandal), I realised something had gone to town with that sandal.Ditching the one sandal I had on,i begged my friend to wear his not-so-clean shoes so that I might have his oh-so-tight sandals.


2 days later:
After the usual lack of variety to choose from, I picked out a pair that looked 'unique'.I couldn't wait to get out of my friends sandals so I ended up wearing them as we returned home. Little did I know that I was tempting fate by leaving my sandals out.

The next morning:
DEJA VU.It was happening all over again.The same routine.It was the left sandal AGAIN only this time, brand new.

A month later:
I ended up getting my salvaged sandal sewn so that it resembled something of its former self. I wasn't going to tempt fate another time, so everynight I would leave my sandals within the house.One very rainy day, my sandals had gotten really muddy and I didn't want to get all the muck in the house, so I left the sandals on a pretty high window sill.Lets see you reach that you canine b*.

Today:
And yet it did.It is probably having a nice laugh somewhere right now, and discussing further plans to ruin my mornings in a more colourful way.

Footwear Fetish

I have always had a tough time with regard to footwear.
I have trouble getting one my size,I don't even know what size I'm wearing right now.

Usually I go up to a shop and ask for the LARGEST size that they have available and try to make my peace with what's available at that size, meaning I have to make do with stuff I barely like because its the only thing that fits me.

Another reason why I have a tough time dealing with footwear is the fact that, my friends are,how shall I put this, 'jealous' when it comes to my taste in footwear.They just can't get over the fact that I always end up wearing something 'unique'.

Lately the street dogs near my place have also taken up this fetish.How would you feel when you step out of your door in the morning, to find your sandals in tatters.Torn apart without any mercy whatsoever.

You don't want to be that guy. Yet I was that guy.Not once.Not twice .But thrice.(We'll come to why I let it happen thrice later).And its always just the left sandal , never the right.And its never one of my friends or neighbors , its always me.
I've been asking this question a lot lately in my life, WHY ME ?