I bet you can't guess who the shoe lace shredder is. You can? Really? Yes, it's Schultz, the German Shredder.
I suspected it might be him for a long time. I used to have very nice shoe laces on my tennis shoes, but lately, they've been looking a little ragged. I thought perhaps, they were just getting old. But in the back of my mind, I knew it was the dog. I discovered this little fact today as I went into the laundry room.
The beast likes to go into the dark, windowless laundry room to nap. At least he pretends to nap. He lays on the floor next to the shoe bin and closes his eyes when I'm looking. When I go away, he does other things. Like chew on shoe laces. I snuck up on him today when he was in the middle of chewing.
I startled him, and he quickly let go of the lace.
"What do you think you're doing?"
He put his head on the ground and looked at me with his soulful brown eyes.
I picked up the slobbery shoe lace. He had done quite a job on it. "No more shoe laces, Dufuss!" I grabbed his fresh bone and put it in front of his snoot. "Chew on that."
He sniffed it and looked away. Apparently shoe laces are better.