Trees, boots, they're the same, right?

It was one of those nights. During one of the winters we were in the large store, our second location, Mom brought our dog, Professor, a Bichon Frise, to the store when we closed for the evening. Some of our friends from the cleaners next door came over to celebrate the end of the week. Mom was wearing her nice, brown leather boots when he decided they looked like saplings. I'm sure you can guess what came next.