If you are then so am I!
I'm just lucky enough not to have a DH to comment on it!
Do you know the irony? I spend all my day working with dogs and half my spare time helping rescue, either hands on or via t'internet.
I cannot, even with the greatest effort of imagination, justify the sandals, the high heels, the open toes, the couple of pairs of Jimmys, the beautiful L K Bennett low stilettoes I bought in a moment of sheer ecstasy last month despite having several other, similar pairs, the handbags which go with them, the flip-flops, the several pairs of boots....
I need a pair of walking boots, a pair of trainers and some slippers.
I hate trainers with a passion so that's them out. The slippers have been pilfered by DD and my walking boots need replacing but somehow I lack the interest in shopping for them.
So, if you're in a country village and you see a be-jeaned blonde walking or training the villagers' dogs, look at her feet.
If you spot a pair of 3 inch high pointy toed Jimmy Choos poking out from the hem of her jeans don't point and laugh, just say "Hi DogsBestfriend!"! :o
Tip to deal with DH from my late Nanny, who was a master at this although Grandad begrudged her nothing (think it was a throwback to Wartime!):
Buy shoes. Place in wardrobe for a week. Wear. DH will say, "I haven't seen those before darling, are they new?"
You reply, "Oh no honey, they've been in the bottom of the wardrobe for aaaaaages."