Today after work, me and muzzer went to our local Pet s Mart store.
We wanted to use the gift card that g-papa got me for my holiday gift. We had a great time walking up and down the aisles. We (OK, I ) sniffed a lot of toys and lots of different foods and treats.
We picked up some new treats that taste like Peanut Butter and say they are "Gooberlicious" I wrote Stanley when we got home to make sure he knows they are using the name of his country, so he can collect royalties.
We got a big bag of my favorite kibble, which is made from venison and brown rice. I got a new kind of shampoo that is s'posed to make me look whiter and brighter! I got treats from two of the people who helped us in the store. I did not make any messes. I did not pick any fights. I did not shoplift. I was a champion wire fox terrier, answering questions from people about my breed, passing out my cards and getting lots of pets.
At the end, muzzer said I had some monies left on my card. She said maybe I should use it on toys, one for me and one for Teka, and she would pay any extra money we needed from my wages at the store.
I thought that was OK, and we spent nearly half an hour in the toy aisle, checking things out and testing them. In the end though, we knew we would get a couple of different Cuz toys, cause they are the only ones that do not meet a quick and nasty end.
So I got a red good cuz, medium size for Teka, and a big Orange Dino cuz for me. And we went and checked out, and we used all my gift monies and some of muzzer's monies. We put all our goodies in the trunk and headed for home!
Teka met us at the door to the garage.
She said "Like, what did you get me? And it better be pink!" and "Give it to me now or I'll bite your ear off."
And "C'mon, c'mon...what is taking so long?"
So muzzer put the bag down and took off my leash, and then she took the two cuz toys over to the counter to cut off their tags.
Teka was very impatient. She yipped and barked.
Muzzer cut the tag off Teka's red cuz first.
Teka took it across the room and dropped it.
Then muzzer gave me my orange cuz. Before I had my teeth around it, Teka grabbed it by the tiny orange tail and took off. Out the dog door. Around the back yard. In the dog door. Through Dad's study, through the living room, down the hallway, through the bedroom, onto the big bed, off of the big bed and under the big bed. Out the door to muzzer's office, through the dining room, into the kitchen, out the dog door. Whew. Finally she took the orange cuz under the lysaloma bush and proceeded to kill it.
Here are the results of her labors.
It took her less than one hour to accomplish this.
We have only found one of the orange chunks so far.
Muzzer hopes there will be more around the house.
Otherwise, Teka is gonna be one interesting study in poop.
She will be pooping orange chunks and bits for some time I think.
See the bottom of the poor cuz?
I am planning to give him a burial with full honors, even though he was not with us very long.
I have taken the red cuz and hidden it in my favorite place.
It is in the shoe cubbies in muzzer's closed, behind her
black and white houndstooth flats.
Please do not tell Teka. She will just murder another one.
One unhappy terrier