I understand the shoe thing; I had that passion for years. It is always with Pastor Bananas shoes, but I never, ever did any damage to them. I only loved tearing around the place with one shoe shaking it from side to side while growling. The secret is to dive under low places with tops, like tables, chairs, beds, couches, where they have a hard time getting down to you. You always have to know your exit options. Mummy caught on that I knew what I was doing and that it was wrong, as I was very careful not to go in the room Mr. Bananas was in. Pastor Bananas would ask mummy why she was late for the church service when the kids could get there on time, and she said she was getting his shoe. After I was done with adolescence, I only tore around with a shoe for old times sake, about once a year. Mom knows my shoe growl; she doesn't even need to look to know.
I never chewed on them, though. Your sixth pair of summer sandal, and summer is just starting? Ohhhhh, you really mean business. There are no shoe support groups that I know of, but maybe Lucy will set up a shoe group chatboard for us wayward pups.
In the meantime, has you mummy learned to put her shoes up and away where you can't get to them? It might save her a bit of money.
Bye for now,
Zacchaeus, who is curling up to have a good shoe dream