Cat in Heels

Anyone who has a dog has probably lost a pair of shoes to the dog. Or at least part of a pair of shoes. My dog, Thor, chewed the strap off a Fluevog when he was a puppy after I drunkenly left it lying on the floor all night. Thank God they were able to fix it and restore my shoe to it's previous fabulousness. My freak out must have left quite an impression on my little blonde chihuahua though, because now he knows how to press my buttons. See, Thor hates it when you leave. Not all the time, but sometimes. There are days that you can come and go 50 times without him bothering to do anything other than get off the counch and wag at you. Then there are the days he freaks out and raises holy hell, running around whining, standing in the hall, not going back in the door, meeping and biting at your pants while crying real tears (I swear it). Those days I know I'm coming home to some kind of mess. Usually he'll just throw all the pillows off the couch, or pull the stuff...