Casualties of Buddy

As I announced a few blogs ago, I was blessed with an adorable deer headed Chihuahua I named "Buddy" after Buddy Holly. Buddy has spots over his eyes like glasses, so I thought the name was appropriate. He's also my little buddy, and it suits him.

Buddy is still a puppy. I think he's about 7 months old now, so I should have expected this could happen. Here are my shoes *sniff* that have sacrificed themselves to Buddy:

My cowboy boots, that are still wearable

 My first pair of straw shoes he got a hold of:

 My second pair of straw shoes:

My new bordello Polly's that I wore ONCE...I blacked the chewed place with black Sharpie

 The biggest tragedy...My Betsey Johnson Polly's!

 

How can I stay mad at this face?