My poor feet. They never stop being sore these days. They make me walk funny, they swell everyday and I'd like to trade them in for a new pair. They are a whopping size 10 and are usually wrapped in some sort of wool sock. I haven't been able to let go of my addiction to wool work socks since I started wearing steel toed boots every day about 15 years ago. I still own the boots but rarely wear them now.
Luckily I have my trusty footstool to rest my poor dogs on. It was an auction find for $2 and I love it! I put a wooden place mat on it to use it as a coffee table too. The only downside is that the cats love the stool and it tends to collect cat fur almost as well as my wooly socks.
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I saw this title and thought i was actually going to see dogs, lol.
Cute.
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