R.I.P. Cute Red Shoes

These were my red shoes. I LOVED these red shoes. They went really well with my striped jeans. I've never been one to have red shoes, but I saw these at Target and had to have them.
My cute red shoes have died. I mourn them greatly. They are survived by the striped jeans they went with so well, and a pair of feet that will miss them very much.
The details of their death are a bit disturbing, so if you have a weak stomach, you may not want to read on. Mike and Sierra are friends of Wes'. He has known them since middle school. They have 3 kids each the same age as my 3. They are very nice people that didn't used to have a dog. They also have a very nice house with wood floors that I didn't want to scuff up with my cute red shoes. So, being a thoughtful guest, I left them by the door when I went in. Looking back I can say there was a lack of other shoes by the door, but I figured they were put away in another place. This was a very neat house. One of those houses that makes you wonder what the kids do all day becuase there is little evidence of them. Not that its one of those cold museum like places. Just very neat and clutter free. Kind of how I wish my house could be.
Anyway, the dog murdered my cute red shoes. No one noticed until it was too late. They were gone.

********Just so everyone knows, they felt REALLY bad and even tried to slip me some cash for my cute red shoes. I wouldn't take it, but apparently they somehow snuck it into Wes' shirt pocket. And because I got them I Target, they are replaceble.