Thursday, July 1, 2010
I get the feeling if tiny chumley had his way, he would go everywhere with me. He'd be my little buddy dog, camped out by the meat section of the grocery store when not snitching samples from the deli, stuck to me like glue when we roam the aisles of the family friendly fabric store, and dutifully standing guard of my basket while I dug around in the bins at the thrift store like I did the other day. How I wish I really could take Baxter with me everywhere I go, cuz then I wouldn't ultimately face this when I get back home, after the excitement of my return wears off. Mister Perturbed Ears. Mister I thought we were friends and friends stick together. Mister Snootypants.
Luckily, Baxter's bout with Mr Snootypants fades pretty quickly, and life gets back to being happy go lucky for this little boy. It's hard, really, to stay scowly when there are so many new things to smell. Like all the swell stuff I scored this week at the thrift store. Old suitcases, wooden bowls, coolio neckties, sturdy cigar boxes, and even a pretty cup or two. Wooty woot!