When we had our dog ( Buttercup, a Golden Retriever ) we had shoes for her.
When we would walk her, I would have her wear shoes because there is A LOT of glass in the streets around here ( damn ghetto kids) and I was concerned for her feet. Too often, she would get small cuts in her foot and I wouldn't know it until 2 or 3 days later.
Ridiculous?
ohhhhh yeah they were . She hated them, but I hated having her cooped up even more.
I tried to send my husband out walking with her more , and his response was
" that dog looks like she belongs to Richard Simmons.. I aint walkin her with those shoes.. "
The he would dance around like Richard and I would die laughing..
I ended up walking her all the time