April 29 /09
I don't know about you, but I think pet stores are like no other place on earth.
It was the first time she's ever taken me into the pet store. Well, I've never seen so many toys and bones and cookies in one place. I didn't know where to look first. Mama had to keep a tight hold on my leash because who knows what would have happened if I got loose in that place.
I saw the biggest marrow bones I've ever seen in my whole life.
Commercial marrow bones give me bad poopies and I'm only allowed to chew bones that Mama prepares. Well, seeing as she was too busy looking at cat stuff to bother with me, I asked a nice man to buy me a bone.
He took a couple down from the shelf for me to sniff but Mama put them back.
So I continued on my way looking at all the toys and chewies and cookies. I wondered if I could get a job here ...
These cookies were totally driving me wild. It's a good thing they were near the exit because if I'd stayed one minute longer in that store, I would have knocked the display case right on the floor and eaten everything up.
Well, I got back in the car feeling very offended that Mama bought my catsisters their favourite Pounce cookies and their litter boxes. And nothing for me. But when she was closing the trunk, she pulled something out of her shopping bag:
So I'm wondering if maybe the pet store needs a salesdog - just part time or something, y'know? I can taste-test their cookies to make sure they're fresh. And try out their toys to make sure there are no defects. I think I'd be very efficient at testing the dogworthiness of pet store stuff.
I am a Working Dog afterall. That must mean I'm supposed to get a job, right? I think I'll check that out tomorrow.
Have a good week, my friends.