The ma is busy. So who isn’t? How come your humans don’t neglect your deliciously smelly blogplaces like my ma does?
Le sigh. Hard to find good people these days.
Anyway. Onto one of my fave topics: food.
So a couple of weeks ago, the mailma(n) arrived.
With a box. With my name on it.
My ma’s name was on it too, but the stuff was all for ME.
It wasn't my burpday.
It wasn't Christmas either.
Then I thought maybe the ma was trying to get into my good books by paying me some attention.
But there was a certain exciting, delicious, dribbly, delectable, mouth-watering doggy scent from this box that howled E D I B L E.
Sure enough, opening it up revealed…a treasure trove of treats for MEEEEEEEE.
All from my pals Charlie and Opy (sigh…). With a love note. Which I’m treasuring.
To all you Opy-lovers out there: BIG RASPBERRY. (Ummm, a polite one, of course.)
Anyway, back to the box. Not just a bunch of LOVE HEART biscuits from my gal-pal Opy, but a devilishly orange coz.
Here's the stash:
Yaaaaay. Finally the coz arrives Down Under.
Thank you so much, Opy-gal and Chuxie.
The treats are going down a, ummmmm, treat.
The coz sleeps with me each evening.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a tough chewin’ doooog.
But I have my soft spots.
(Oh, and black ones too.)
