I'm usually a pretty easy-going Pug. Except for when it comes to socks. The sock is my mortal enemy, and I must show it who the boss is. I don't care if it is just laying on the floor, or if it is on Dad's foot. The sock mocks me, and if I see it, I MUST attack! And if a couple of toes come off in the process, so be it. That's just what I call collateral damage. So if you happen to come into my house, I strongly suggest you leave your shoes on. Otherwise, I cannot be held responsible for what may happen.