"You've lost a what?.....

...a shrew?"
"No a shoe." 
"A chew?"
"No, a shoe!"
"Meh, no idea...what would it taste like?"

Murdo likes my footwear. To be honest when I divest my pedal extremities of their garb people often pass comment, sometimes people just pass out. Cerberus, the hound from hell however (aka Murdo) gathers them. Then chews and chews and chews. We thought we were on a winner when we gave him an old boot to chew on. He was welcome to rip it to bits. Our mistake - the gesture just said to him you are welcome to chew boots. The puppy we have so much to learn.