I thought it was on the floor but it’s not on the floor and it’s not in my sock drawer and it’s not in the hamper and it’s not in the bathroom and it’s not in the dryer and I can’t go out for walkies without my other sock, MAAAAAH-AAAAAAAMMMM!
Have You Seen My Other Sock?
Reminds me of the sock sock shoe shoe or sock shoe sock shoe argument between Archie Bunker and Meathead his son in law.
So cute.
That is a classic scene! And yes, doggie is so cute!
Did you check under the bed?
Where the monsters are?! FORGET THAT!!!
My hiding spot was discovered 🙁 I guess I need to find a new space for my neat collection of socks then.
(I feel addressed by this post, my family keeps teasing me for having about 400 pairs of socks, probably enough for the rest of my life)
Cut the legs off the bed. No more monsters (sorry Ems). Or socks.
The monsters can’t get you if you’re naked, painted blue, wielding a hammer, and screaming bible verses. This also works for home invaders and Jehovah’s Witnesses.
It is a sad to see monsters being relegated to the level of J’s Witnesses. 🙁
Anyway, see you later Cutetropolitans, it is time to crawl back under the bed!
😀
I bet he ate it!
Never mind the socks. Kerplunk. Ded from cute puppy eyes and waggly tail.
The motion blur on the tail is the perfect finishing touch.
That’s adorable. A good post for Lost Sock Memorial Day – next year!
OMG, that face!!!! I will buy you a gazillion socks if it makes you happy.
Happy Sock Day, everyone!!
Missing socks turn into wire hangers. That’s the only explanation for all those wire hangers that seem to multiply.
No wire hangers!
This is an on going joke in my life– I really dislike wire hangers. 😀
Me, too.
No, it has been proven that paper clips are the larval stage of wire coat hangers.
Socks just run away from home.
My boss refused to buy paper clips. He’d say just look down when you need one. They are all over the floors, sidewalks and ground. Try it. Truth.
My dog doesn’t have natural socks, but she has to wear boots now (paw pads are weak and blister easily). I opened the pack of doggie boots and noted that one said “L”. Ok, a left boot! I took out a second one. Also “L”. Ok, so the other two must be “R”. Nope! Durn Petco sold me three left boots. But the fourth one must be… nope! Great. I’ve got the boot package specifically for dogs who can’t dance.
Then it dawned on me… “L” is for “large”. Dog boots are achiral. I am not the sharpest claw on the paw.
Then again, my girl has trouble staying upright on hardwood floors, so maybe she does have four left feet.
I like sharpest claw on the paw. I’m going to use that.
AB, I love the word “achiral,” which I had been unaware of.
I love that too, I have heard only about achiral molecules, not dog boots 🙂