Bogie destroyed Wayne’s new sandals yesterday afternoon.  These weren’t cheap ones, either.  They were his Father’s Day Clarks.  The thing is, Bogie was so pleased with himself for all the hard work and effort that went into the destruction.  He dragged the shoe out to show me, head held high, tail wagging.  “Look what I did, Mom!  Aren’t you proud of me?”  Wayne’s sandals now join the heap of Bogie’s other conquests: the flip flops I wear to and from swimming, Wayne’s old belt (he needed a new one, anyway), and my slippers.  Ah, the joy of puppy hood.