Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Kleptomaniac and the Dots Top
Take a look at that sweet face, that little sleeping angel face, and think, there is no way that dog could be a kleptomaniac. No way, you say.
We were in the local PetsMart store killing time this morning, when I noticed there were some good sales on stuff I needed. (You can always use dog stuff and fabric stuff, I have found.)
So I went to grab a basket for our necessities. Cat litter. Always a necessity. On sale, even better. A cool treat dispenser that rolls around on the floor and treats fall out. They have fun pushing it around and get ALONE play and FUN. Yes, just what I needed for my Velcro Boy. (As I sit here typing he is draped across my foot.)
We pay for our necessities and leave. Once out in the parking lot, I notice something in his mouth. He has a dog cookie in the shape of a bone hidden in the mouth. It is still wrapped in cellophane but it is cracked in three places. He was saving it for the ride home when he could get the wrapping off, I guess.
So back we went, explained to them my dog stole a bone and made him apologize to the nice cashier lady. And mom paid for the bone. Now tell me this was not deliberate, he had taken the price tag off to make it look like he had brought it in himself! Smart boy, but not smart enough. Yet.
DiNozzo got a piece for the ride home, then he had to share part of the rest with Dutch at home.
I love it.
And Frank says this is his favorite quilt of all times because of the colors.
glen: now to sandwich and quilt. Judy did hers in a baptist fan pattern I think.