I had to go to the pet store for dog food today.  I knew there was no way I could put it off any longer.  Horror of horrors, Gavin and Patty had the last of their kibble for breakfast this morning.  If I didn’t have dog food in time for their dinner, my life would be a living hell.  Gavin scolds me enough when it hits five o’clock and I haven’t begun to fix their dinners.  Imagine the screaming I’d be in for if I didn’t have dog food.  Bull Terriers can and will scream at you.

     Once there, I drove around the large parking lot at the strip mall for quite a while before I could find a place to park.  I’m always willing to park in the boondocks but even the remote never-used-except-at-this-time-of-year parking spaces had no openings.  At last, a spot opened up, I parked, and dashed from the car to the store.

Once in the door, I grabbed a cart and instead of heading directly back to where their food resides I picked up two bags of their favorite cookies, ear cleaner (won’t Patty be pleased?  NOT!)  And two large Nylabones. 

We haven’t bought the pups new bones in a while and their toy box is looking a bit empty.  Yes, they are spoiled.  There was also a method to my madness.  I hate crowds and I don’t want to go back there until after the holidays. 

     Arriving home, I dragged the huge bag of food inside.  I went back out to the car for the other stuff, and when I returned to the kitchen, the dogs mugged me.  The pups had caught the scent and couldn’t wait for me to open the Nylabone packages.  They danced about and jumped on me, each wanting to be the first one to have a new bone.  We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening watching the two of them alternately steal each other’s new bone and celebrate each theft with couch bounces, headshakes, and wagging tails.