February 1, 2007

White Dog has inspected my new shoes from all possible angles: still wrapped in the shipper; laying in the open shoe box; the entire shoe inside and out as they sat on the floor; as Steve helped me try them on; and several times as I sat wearing them. She is not interested in chewing them. She just sniffs and touches the leather with her paw. I guess White Dog has given her stamp of approval since the shoes now sit beside me without generating a flick of interest.