Prancing about with skippy toes, tiny chumley spent his Sunday morning in expectant glee, certain as he was that there was bound to be something coming out of my car that was most definitely for him. A souvenir from wherever that place is that mom goes to where she comes back smelling like friendly people, other dachshunds, thrift stores and the kitty cats at Auntie Robin's house.
mom i know u did not buy me these garbage bags full clothing and books and stuff, the little kielbasa's eyes told me as I laid out bag after bag on the garage floor.
Sorry baby dog, I started to say in hopes of distracting him so that his surprise would not be spoiled by early detection. Why don't you go back inside and we can find your present la-
ooooOOOoooOOOOoooooooo - scooby scooby wooty doooooooooo! proclaimed tiny chumley as he tugged at his prize.
And off the little kielbasa darted with his newly snitched toyfriend.
thanks mom! i cannot wait to show duk duk n chocobot n lil pink puppy!! :)
5 comments:
WOW.... what a wonderful souvenir that is. It's bigger than you. I can't wait to see more pictures of it. But, I know the real prize is to have your mom home... Yay... welcome home, Baxter's mom...!
pawhugs, Max
max, can u believe mom took it away from me and said i could have it back after she finished unpacking? soooo unfair!!! :)
Unfair but the day isn't over yet, Baxter!
Sasha here. I can believes it. Mommy took one of our toys away just the other day. We got to the fluffy stuffie filling and almost captured the squeakless squeaker. Bummer dude.
oh dang u too sassysashadoxie? mom always takes away the best part - the squeaker. :(
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