The Pug and I are still trying to get back to normal after the chaos of the last few weeks, and what better way to kick start that process than with a little retail therapy.
Lola Pug isn’t allowed edible treats, so when we go to The Best Place in The World (our local pet food store), she generally snuffles the floor for tasty motes and then spends a goodly amount of time pining away for the cat toys.
Golly, pug. You sure know what you want, eh?
…cute haunches, by the way.
Sorry, sweetie. You already have a metric buttload of toys at home. And I’m not going to let you gum up that fuzzy mouse. I know you just want to eat him.
Ah, Lola Pug. She clearly feels the same way about fuzzy mice as I do about shoes. But we MUST exercise SOME restraint every now and then. It’s character building. …or something like that.