(“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.