The aisles of squeaky toys and pounds of kibble and snackies were barely a tail raiser for the little kielbasa at the pet store yesterday, mostly because after he weighed in, he received his own little rawhide prize, and quickly lost interest in all the tempting smells that would have been so otherwise captivating.
okay mom let's go now, no time to waste here, we can look at snackies next time, the door's this way...
With my tiny, now bulgy mouthed boyfriend anxious to make a beeline back to the safety of our car so he could indulge in rawhide bliss, I hardly had time to check out with tiny chumley's bag of kibble, much less snap the picture I had hoped to get of Baxter in saucer eyed delight as he sniffed and skipped down snackie lane. Instead, I knew I had taken several fuzzy shots of his hiney hiney, all because someone who now looked like a cheeky chipmunk hoarding nuts in one side of mouth pulled and pulled and pulled, all because someone needed some quality alone time with his new best tummy friend.
phew finally we're outside! that took forever...okay the car is this way so - hey, why - no, i don't wanna look in the- mom, can we not - mom, can we please not stop to take a picture? you already took like one too many and.... sigh, okay....cheeeezhhhh!
okay we please goto the car now??:)