It started with a single missing slipper.
At first, I blamed myself — maybe I left it under the couch or kicked it into a closet half-asleep. But then it happened again. And again.
By slipper #4, I realized this wasn’t forgetfulness.
This was a pattern.
There was only one suspect:
Bailey.
My 2-year-old golden retriever with a guilty tail and a deeply suspicious love for soft things.
I began my investigation.
Every morning, like clockwork, a slipper would disappear. Not chewed — just… gone.
Then one afternoon, while searching for my missing remote, I moved Bailey’s oversized plush dog bed and found the evidence:
3 slippers
1 sock
A chew toy
And a half-eaten dental stick
It was a stash zone.
The slippers hadn’t been destroyed. He was hoarding them like treasures.
I couldn’t even be mad.
I mean, I was walking around the house with one slipper on and one sock, but still.
We made a deal:
He could keep one old slipper (his “official” one now), and in return, I added a few new soft cuddle toys to his collection — and kept my bedroom door closed.
Case closed.
Slippers safe.
Dog smug.
Balance (mostly) restored.