Call of Duty

Their job complete, my socks now lay crumpled by my bed. Protectors from the cold sheets, they kept my feet warm until the toastiness of sleep prevailed. Cast aside now, they are on guard against becoming victims of doggie tug of war.

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11 thoughts on “Call of Duty

  1. hehehe My shoes are always under threat from my puppy. Socks are more my cats’ domain. (Two cats, what was I thinking?) Still every bit of this speaks to me. heheh Clever piece!

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  2. Ha! I like how relatable your answer is. It immediately reminded me of having to make sure all of the drawers in the house were closed otherwise my cat would jump in, push everything out and nap.

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