My Best Women’s Socks Damaged

Heavens to Betsy, I just took a look in my sock drawer and someone has decided that my wool socks look better with holes in them, and we’re talking serious holes big enough for toes to peek through. I’m going to find out who did the wash last week and give them holy old what for. Oh my Ladies Socks! Wait, maybe the washer is eating my socks although these holes look suspiciously like they were done with dogteeth, but I could be wrong.

My lovely woolies in tatters! I intend to get to the bottom of this before shopping online at my favorite socks website and replacing these socks. My goodness, it’s strange, but these holes are in a pattern like a dog bite and that would mean my sock-snatching dog was up to her old tricks again. No, that couldn’t be the Heeler, as she never has access to my socks unless she pinches them off the floor by the bed. Or did someone leave my prize woolie socks out where Miss Deija Vue took them and played tug of war with them with the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Pixie? I need to travel and a Riads Marrakech

I am sure one of the five dogs made these holes because of the spot where they were chewed out. I bet if I went to the laundry room, I’d find out who washed last week and why they didn’t see those huge holes in my socks. No wonder I have holes in my socks when someone else does the washing, but hold on here because it could be that a dog did this too. Where are my Over Knee Socks? These socks are done for that’s for sure and that is sad because this was my favorite pair to being with. I am sure that Weimaraner is behind this dastardly deed as she never did respect socks and would actually eat the whole thing if given a chance. I’d shop for socks now, but want to find out who did the washing. I know I’m gong to find wool all over Ghost’s bed when I check. I know; it was my sister who did the socks last week and the dog snatched them. Ok, that’s the absolute limit.