Thump Drag

First a little background information: There is a trundle bed underneath my husband's and my bed. The trundle bed is from the days when John's boys were little and there was only one bedroom in the house. John built the trundle to match the Early American canopy bed he built for that room. John stores his shoes on the trundle since the boys are now 16 and 18 and have their own room.

The laundry room is directly off our bedroom. My old geezy weiner dog, Thumper, likes to climb onto the trundle while I am doing laundry and lay on John's size 14 shoes.

Today, after I had finished the ironing and headed to the kitchen, I heard Thumper following me. I could also hear a strange dragging sound.

Thumper came into the kitchen with one of John's size 14 Chuck Taylor All Star orange sneakers (from his days as a drummer) hooked to him.

I laughed so hard I almost fell over. Thumper looked at me like I'd lost my mind, and seemed to be saying, "Mom, I think I'm being followed. I keep hearing footsteps."