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i had just got a pair of laredo pig skin western boots and the week after i got them i went huntin and i took my boots so i could change outta my hunting boots when i was done and they were sitting in the blind and a buddy of mine who decided to pull a prank on me a put a cherrybomb under my boots to scare me them lit the fushe and blew my brand nu boots up

about 10 years ago i got a pair of laredo work cowboy boots that were to big and i had to put in soles in them but they still dont fit so i put paper in the toes and tried them on they still didnt fit but ive keep them but i havent tried to were them for a couple years the soles are almost new but i still cant get them to fit but i love those boots there real church boots so i break them out for sundays

Last summer, my husband and I had just gotten a new puppy, Bella, and she stayed in the barn while we were away from home. She’s the cutest, sweetest, most loving little creature I’ve ever known. There’s nothing better than a canine companion. And there’s nothing more comfortable than a pair of Laredo boots. I always keep my favorite pair of cowboy boots on the porch of the house, because they’re usually very muddy. So anyway, my husband and I had gone to work in the morning as usual. We were expecting bad weather that day, but did not know just how bad it would be. A thunderstorm came through a few hours after I had arrived at work, and by noon a tornado touched down only 10 miles from our house. The winds were horribly strong. All day I worried about my new pup alone at home in the storm. When I got home that afternoon, I found the house and barn to be entirely untouched—no damage what-so-ever. However, I noticed that the barn door was blown open. Bella was nowhere to be found. I frantically searched the barn, yard, and woods, but when I searched the porch I also noticed that my favorite pair of Laredo boots were missing. I started walking the pasture in search of my sweet puppy, and that’s when something under the giant spruce tree caught my eye. One of my boots had blown off the porch, clear across the pasture, and was resting against the base of the tree….and sticking out of the inside of that boot was a little black tail! I ran over to find my cute little Bella was curled up, trying to hide inside! She must have escaped the barn during the storm and sought cover in my old, trusty cowboy boot. Even Bella loved those boots. Thankfully, she was 100% fine, just a little scared. (I ended up finding the other boot under the porch, and they’re still my favorite pair.)