One small step for Mom, one giant leap for wee soles...

Somehow convinced Rye to wear the real shoes, rather than the hole-y leather boots that are starting to look like he got them from a homeless panhandler. The sizing is imperfect, and I'm sure they feel like clown shoes to him, but it will help for future trips to ranches, deserts, and other places that need a little more than a soft leather sole.