Guest Spot!

Oh. MY. GOSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!  I can't believe I have hit 1,000 + views on a blog about my love of catsandcrocs! I feel like I am converting everyone! If you're still unsure about your devotion, it's finnneeeee; a love this strong does not come easily or light heartedly. I would be concerned if you DID start simultaneously loving them!

When I started thinking about what to do for my first post after 1,000 views, I drew a blank. No clue. How do you thank everyone for the support? How do you perform an Oprah moment without The Queen herself? I decided that I wanted a guest blogger, but it had to be someone that liked cats or crocs (finding both is hard…). I immediately focused on Crocs (I had gotten a litttllleee cat crazy lately) and knew just who to ask.

Patrick Sheehy.
Patrick is one of my greatest friends in the world. We met at a small ranch in Wyoming, and became fast friends. He has a tough exterior, but do not let that fur ball confuse you. He has a heart of GOLD! I believe we first became friends when I noticed him wearing his navy blue crocs…or at least I set out to be his friend after I saw him wearing those navy blue crocs. After the ranch, we all moved to Jackson, Wyoming where Patrick continued to show his true colors. Here he is sponsoring a dog for the night.

(may as well be a cat… AM I RIGHT?)

However, after messing around with the small dogs. A puppy named Hutch, a mix of Lab and mutt, claimed his heart. They're the best friends either of them could ever hope or wish for in this world. 

One more photo of Patrick and then I'll let him have the floor! Here is a photo where he asked me, " Bets, what do you think about Crocs?" 

THEY NUMBA ONE BABBBYYY

So here he is, the man, the myth, the incredible:

My Crocs,

When Betsy asked me to write on her blog, I was obviously offended. Then I saw the title of her blog which was Cats and CROCS!  Well, I have to say this changed everything.  See I am six foot four and about 220lbs. I am a big guy who relies on his footwear to get him from point A to point B with style, and finesse.  I love my Crocs. I have actually gone through two pairs of these foam gods.  A pair of Light blue ones which my Dog Hutch destroyed out of spite: 

Definitely ashamed of what he ruined...

I now own a pair of Camo ones I borrowed from a friend only to never return. I will never return these beasts.

The thing I realized about wearing crocs, is I will receive constant reminders from people that I am wearing them. I receive the typical responses, like “hey man are those Crocs?” or  “dude do you know you are wearing Crocs?” I mean I am wearing them. I chose to put them on my feet for speed, and diligence. No Shit I am wearing Crocs.  I find these reminders very typical from people who have never tried a pair of their own.

These “Croc Haters” have called me everything from a nerd to a douche,  along with other derogatory names that I will refrain from tarnishing Betsy’s beautiful blog with. However, these names never made me upset or mad. They made me happy.  Not happy because someone was finally calling me a douche bag, but happy because I knew I took the greater step towards manhood. I was comfortable, happy, and to be perfectly honest I was all that was man. Pity was what I really felt, pity for all those haters that would never feel what its like to spend the day on foam glory.  I will be laughing at the Croc ignorance, while all the  Croc haters can sit on their throne of lies, and persuade themselves Crocs are ugly and stupid. While I experience pure bliss every day I decide to slip on my size 12 Camo CROCS of glory .

Crocs will forever be my footwear of choice. Crocs with socks, crocs with shorts, crocs with pants. It doesn’t matter. I will wear them. 

Patrick.