(“I do things alone, most-a-ly” – sorry, moment of Jizz in my Pants.)
This weekend, I had a most excellent rendez-vous to New Jersey for a work thing. Upon my return, I was suffering a hangover of epic-cherry-rum proportions. So, I spent a good while scouring the grocery story for remedy snacks. And what to my wondrous eyes did appear, but two dog treats that were (heell-o!) expensive and fairly ridiculous. Yobiotics and wheat-free for your foodie pooch. Hallelujah.
The dog situation is getting FUCKED UP.
Are dogs wheat-sensitive!? I don’t want to know about this stuff anymore.
$6.19 for those damn yoghund treats!
As noted in the other post, dogs will eat ANYTHING. My friend Terri posted today:
The dog isn’t feeling well. It’s understandable. Every meal that she’s eaten today was first filtered through the cat.
Now I have to cut off my fingers for typing something so gross.
Poor dogs. They don’t know any better. They just want love and snacks.
Dogs: They’re just like us!
But! What if we invent KOM-POOCH-A and make meeeeelyuns?
Shhhh! Don’t let our secreeeetz out!