I'm with mom today at the office, as you know a fun place for me to be (because I am devoted to sleep like you wouldn't believe). So I was a little surprised when mom pulled out the Hurl-a-Squirrel... haven't seen that in awhile, mom said it was hiding in the back of her car.
So after a hearty game of Hurl the Squirrel (I always win and am getting quite impish about my winning... I trot off triumphantly with the hurl-a-squirrel in my mouth, my little tush bouncing, whenever I can get my teeth into it) we headed out for lunch.
Little did I know that since I've been such a good boy (well, that I knew) that we were going to visit the Three Dog Bakery today... There were other people inside and another of those tiny little dogs (Chihuahua - thanks mom) but all I could think about was the large spoon coming at me filled with frosting. Mm mm mm. I finished mine in record time and then began exploring, looking for something else to gnaw on. I found a fluffy green toy, but mom seemed to think that this didn't belong to me. That's ok since I knew we were there to buy me a yummy treat.
Usually I get a few of the little pup-cakes, but today we went for the big game: a carob-and-frosting covered confection called a Pup-it Fours. I cannot begin to tell you how much fun I had with this treat, it was HUGE and really cold so it was hard for me to bite into. Which is of course a great challenge for me. I licked off the frosting first, then got to work on the carob coating, then chewed away at the yummy cake-y center. Mom kept saying that it looked like I was eating poop, but I say as long as it's delicious, who cares?