I arrived home with my treats from the pet store and discovered that we had left our bedroom door open this morning. Freckles was nowhere to be found. I called and called her name, but she didn’t show her little face. Finally, I got down on my hands and knees and looked under the bed. There she was, spread out and resting directly under the middle of the bed. And right beside her was one of my husband’s shoes.
After I got her out from under the bed (no easy feat, believe me!), I checked the damage on the shoe. Tongue and laces received the brunt of the chewing. I guess she'd found her own toy to play with today!