A terrible night...a fabulous day!

After my MMM & I were up most of the night due to my endless coughing jags, I assumed we'd have a quiet day feeling sluggish (a word my DDD often uses) and out of sorts. Not so with my MMM! 

I stayed in bed while she went to workout.  When she got home I saw a certain look on her face and I knew I was in for a surprise, tired or not.  She said,"Will, we're going to Petco!"  I started barking with pure joy, barely able to stand still long enough for her to put on the red harness, pour me a big mug of water for the car and head outside to the car.  This day was warm and sunny and I sucked in a big breath of fresh air, exhilarated by my upcoming adventure.

I stood on the center console on the ride to Chaska, from time to time nudging her with my nose or giving her a little lick, a true expression of my gratefulness and love. When we stood at the automatic doors to Petco, I stopped ahead of her waiting for the big doors to open. 

My small stature wouldn't trigger the doors to open so I waited patiently for her to move forward.  The doors opened wide to the familiar sights and smells of my favorite place to visit.   I couldn't decide where to go first.  My MMM told me I was in charge and she followed behind me.  I always love to do "the aisles" so off we went, hurriedly getting through the cats, gerbils, birds, ferrets and other pet's aisles to the best of all...the dog aisles.  The smell of the endless array of dog food, the treats, the pigs ears, the giant rawhide and the knuckle bones was overwhelming. 

My MMM said I could buy anything I wanted whether a treat or a toy.  I sniffed item after item (see the picture attached here of me sniffing the hooves) but I couldn't decide.   Also, I was thinking that it didn't make sense to buy something when I wasn't going to be around much longer.  In this tough economy, one must be frugal. 

And besides, over the years I have had every toy and treat I could ever have wanted. My MMM made homemade food, treats and Christmas doggie cookies. Every Sunday morning I had p...a...n...c...a...k...e...s.  I got to lick their plates when they were done (NO ONIONS, GRAPES OR RAISINS, THOUGH!). 

Every night I had a tablespoon of the best vanilla i...c...e......c...r...e...a...m in the world while they had giant bowls of the stuff.  In the summer, my little kids would fish and I'd scale the dead fish with my paws and then eat it.  My parents laughed when I'd k...i...s...s them later on with fish breath. 

Nothing was spared in my wonderful life and now as we left Petco for what most likely is my last time ever, I didn't need one thing.  So, my MMM put me in the car to wait for her while she grocery shopped and I barked heartily at every passerby.

Later when we were home, I rested for awhile and then we went for a long walk with my neighbors, Bella and Buster, the three of us peeing on and sniffing every post, pillar, tree and fire hydrant along the way. 

Needless to say...it was a very good day.