It was a beautiful Saturday morning in July. Friskers was on his way for his morning romp in the park. Suddenly, he saw the door of a nearby building fly open. Curious, he peeked around the corner. But what to his wondering eyes should appear, but a store full shoes....and they were all right here. Friskers was torn. The park, after all was his favorite place to play. But never...no never did he see such a delightful array of chewable leather....tap shoes, high heels, low heels, Buster Browns and KEDS. He thought about it for at least two whole seconds. Then he leapt into the store and began chewing, gnawing and frolicking in the loafer department. After a few minutes, however, he heard the scream of the shoe store owner. "GET OUT of my store....you...you...dog!!!" Friskers was offended by the label. He almost ignored the frantic owner, until he heard another owner's voice..."Here frisker....come on buddy." It was Frisker's owner. Frisker tipped his head in delight and ran out the door and into the park...where he continued his joyful day.