I grabbed a couple of towels and didn't even take the time to dry off or wrap them around my dripping wet body. I headed out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and into the upstairs hallway.
There was Ray shredding the CRAP out of something. I looked at the mess on the landing and followed the trail down the hallway to Gregg's office.
I stooped down just inside the doorway (still dripping), wrapping one of the towels around my wet hair. There was a shoebox with the lid shredded and only one, new, tasseled loafer residing in the box. Gregg had made a special trip to an outlet mall to get shoes for his hard-to-fit feet and had dropped the box on the floor just inside his office. It must have been the bag that the shoes were in and the paper that was wrapped around the shoes that Ray was shredding. I felt a cold nose on my naked back and Ray's tongue as he started to dry me off. I suppressed a hysterical urge to giggle.
Then it hit me. Where was the other shoe? I could feel the blood draining from my face and a cold hand grip my heart. I went back to the mess made by the blind dog.
There was the tasseled loafer in the midst of the mess of ripped paper. De-tasseled.
Gregg took the news surprisingly well.
"Lesson learned," was all he said when I told him.