Grandpa wore the men's dress shoes with the two or three holes for laces. On Monday nights he bowled and came home late. If it were raining or snowing he would take his shoes off by the back door in the kitchen.
On those few nights he left them in the kitchen he would wake up the next morning to find them next to his bed with the laces taken out of the holes and placed in the shoes. He thought it was funny and always asked one of us three if we did it as a joke. Of course we did not. This went on for a while.
One night he decided he was going to stay awake to catch the culprit. Which he did. He came home, left his shoes in the kitchen and went to bed. Only that night he slept with one eye open. Shortly after going to bed he had the surprise of his life.
The culprit ... our Old English Sheepdog, Andy. He would bring the shoes up one by one place them by his bed then sit there and take out the laces. Grandpa was always amazed there were no bite marks or drool on them. Nobody guessed it was the dog.
After that when Grandpa came home and it was wet he would take his shoes off, wipe them dry, and carry them upstairs. I always wondered if Andy would think to himself ~ I guess you can teach an old human new tricks.
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