His one Christmas gift became his every day companion.
They saw him through snow, sleet, ice, rain, and mud puddles a plenty.
They kicked the dirt, carried him reliably and almost always did so on the wrong feet.
But seven months of every day wears on a sole eventually.
I told the Panda we would have to be retiring his cowboy boots when peeks of red flashed beligerantly back at me and he responded in despair.
"But how I gonna be COWBOY anymow? I need my cowboy boots! I a real cowboy! I cowboy Andy, Mama!"
I know, Panda, I know.
I've been on a hunt for cheap cowboy boots ever since, to no avail. Been outbid on ebay countless times.
I hope I find some soon---before the cowboy retires completely.
Because a REAL cowboy needs some boots!