Life with a dog is full of surprises, but nothing could have prepared us for this particular obsession. Meet Abbi—our beloved Boston Terrier mix, certified snuggle bug, occasional diva, and now… self-declared foot enthusiast.

It all began one lazy Sunday afternoon. Dad was kicked back in the recliner, enjoying some well-earned relaxation, shoes off, socks off, toes free and unprotected. Enter Abbi, stage left, with a gleam in her eye and mischief in her soul. One sniff turned into a lick. One lick into a chomp (a gentle one, mind you). And just like that—Dad’s feet became her new favorite snack. We thought it was a fluke at first. Maybe she mistook his toes for mini sausages. But no. This became a thing. Every time Dad kicked off his boots, Abbi was there like clockwork—ready to engage in what can only be described as a foot-focused taste test. It’s gotten to the point where the sound of Velcro or a shoe unlacing sends her running from across the house like she’s responding to a dinner bell.

We’ve tried distractions. Chew toys. Bully sticks. Even peanut butter-filled Kongs. Nothing can compete with the allure of freshly de-socked feet. And the way she stares at Dad’s toes? You’d think they were glazed in bacon. Now, to be fair, Abbi isn’t malicious. She’s not out for pain—just weird, slobbery affection. Her little tail wags a mile a minute, and her face lights up like it’s Christmas morning every time she lands a sneak lick. We’ve taken to calling them her “toe kisses,” though Dad might call them something a little less sweet.

It’s gotten to the point where Dad walks around the house in fuzzy socks like he’s guarding state secrets. We’ve even spotted him slipping on flip-flops just to cross the living room. Abbi, undeterred, remains ever-vigilant—crouched, waiting, biding her time. She’s basically a furry foot ninja. And while it might be a little weird (okay, a lot weird), we wouldn’t trade it for anything. Abbi keeps us laughing, keeps us on our toes (literally), and reminds us that love comes in all shapes and smells—even if it smells a bit like Dad’s socks after mowing the lawn.

So, if you ever drop by the Bigfoot Pet Mobile Grooming trailer and see Dad wearing boots inside or doing a sock shuffle across the floor, just know: it’s not a fashion choice. It’s Abbi defense mode.

And Abbi? She’s just being her lovable, ridiculous, foot-obsessed self.

Stay tuned for more tales of toe-nibbling, tail-wagging chaos straight from the Bigfoot family.