I came home and just knew something was wrong.
It was all in her posture, the silence , the way she avoided our usual greeting.
After an awkward attempt at finding out what was wrong and still being greeted with silence I went upstairs to the bedroom.
Sometimes I'll leave an outfit out for later in the day. There has never been a problem or an issue.
I'd place a dress/skirt/blouse on the bed and a pair of
shoes usually heels at the foot of the bed. Then change when I got home. Make up the whole nine yards.
What was different I wonder what had changed ?
Had I not paid enough attention to her ?
Did I spend more time getting dressed then on our relationship ?
I was shocked by what I saw when I entered the bedroom.
It looked like someone had taken an ice pick to my heels all of the holes !
The straps and bows all over the floor.
An lump in my stomach as contemplated the loss of a favorite pair of heels.
I know I should have reacted differently but this was personal.
I grabbed a heel and strode down stairs.
I found her in the living room, Looking her in the eye I took a deep breath and said:
"Lola , bad dog !, Never chew my heels again !"
Later in the evening we made up and I promised to play with her more when I get home.