Some pets are special.
My dog, Chloe? She is *extra* special.
The following video here (I’m having trouble embedding today… what’s goin’ on, YouTube?) exhibits how Chloe walks across my wood floors. She is terrified of specific spots, namely, the middle of the entrance to my living room.
*Also, don’t be alarmed by the seemingly dead animal in the middle of the floor. That used to be Muskrat Baby, Chloe’s first toy, but she ripped off all the extremities and ate all the stuffing. The body/tail that is left is still her favorite, and I can’t bring myself to throw Muskrat Carcass away.
And before you ask, I’ve tried grippy socks. It was a big fail.