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(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday: Triple-Digits Call for Woof Hoofs!

"OK, I'll wear them, but I won't sit up straight in them."


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Thanks for whoever dreamed up shoes for dogs.  It's a great idea for tender puppy pads on  scorching pavement.

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  1. ChristineJuly 3, 2013 at 7:58 AM

    Awwwww. so cute. He seems to be taking to them as well as my teens take to me forcing them to wear a coat in the winter. :)

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  2. Mary SmithJuly 3, 2013 at 8:19 AM

    CUTE!!!
    When our cats were younger my husband used "soft paws" over their claws. They probably had the same looks on their faces!

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  3. Marisa BJuly 3, 2013 at 11:58 AM

    oh that baby...so cute!

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  4. UnknownJuly 3, 2013 at 7:45 PM

    Those are such a wonderful idea -- especially for areas that get triple digit heat. I know I've burned my own feet on the pavement and animals have very sensitive pads.

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  5. MarissaJuly 3, 2013 at 9:09 PM

    So Funny!!!
    You should of video recorded him trying to walk..

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  6. An Oasis in the DesertJuly 8, 2013 at 10:18 AM

    Those are so darn cute! We bought some red felt booties for our kitty, who always seeks to be warm, but she would have nothing to do with them. A cat can shake their little paws at high-speed when they want to or do not want something on them! She is inside only, so we don't have to worry about the extreme heat for her. Now for me, when I wear flips, I walk pretty fast between car and store and back again -- YIKES!

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