Looky!

Ooh, aah. This is what a blog looks like. Hmm...okay so we need stuff here. White space scares me.

Okay, so I'll start with the name I chose for the blog, "Socks are NOT the enemy." For some reason, my chihuahua, Tootie, finds socks on my feet-or anyone else's for that matter--to be extremely offensive. Upon first sight of socks, she goes nuts. She starts biting, pouncing, chasing, and generally, just makes herself a nuisance to my socks.


Now, if said socks were inside a shoe, all would be good. It's the ones that have escaped the relative safety of the shoe that are a direct threat to all she holds dear. Socks lying harmlessly on stairs are in no way perceived as a terrorist action in her opinion.



Now, I have a total and utter fear of feet. Feet are gross, nasty, sweaty, stinky, and dirty. I don't think Tootie has a problem with feet. To me, socky feet are equally as disgusting as non-socky feet, so I don't know what the difference is to her.

Granted, I could probably stick her inside some of my husband's socks, and she'd never find her way out. Maybe that's what she's doing. Maybe she is trying to free some of her fellow countrymen from their wriggling, stinky death bags. Or maybe she's just psycho. Whatever.