Bodey and My Shoes

Our dog, Bodey, has Cerebellar Hypoplasia.  I must admit that I let me heart get in the way of my head when it came to adopting Bodey.  He is a very happy dog, but I did underestimate the amount of work it would add to our already dog extensive household.  Two of his sisters have the same issue and live at the Rolling Dog Ranch in Montana (A real cool sanctuary for blind and handicapped animals).  To give you an idea about life with Bodey, these dogs are so involved that they changed their policy and will no longer take dogs with this problem.  Many people see Bodey and feel terrible for him when they see him try to get around -- The truth is that he loves people, doesn't know any different, makes due just fine, and has a pretty happy life.  I don't know if its boredom or what, because he can't exactly play fetch, but Bodey has perfected the art of chewing my shoes.  There is not one pair of shoes that I have that does not have some sort of issue because of Bodey.  I was running late this morning and am dressed too casual to wear the black boots I would normally wear (which I need to add are all chewed up around the top) -- so I grabbed an old pair of sketchers that he got too awhile back -- managed to pull the one surviving lace from a different pair of shoe that he ate at a different time, and pieced together a pair for the day --  I was sitting in a meeting this afternoon and realized that my shoes stink (I'm guessing as a result of the tooth lubricating slobber it takes to eat a shoelace while it is still laced in a shoe).  So I'm sitting at my desk with a stinky pair of half chewed brown sketchers with one dark brown lace and one tan.   Real Professional...