So a fibromite (that would be me) takes the dog for a walk on a friend's property. It's eight acres and on the river...also has a tennis court. Yeah, my dog loves it there and I'm lucky they let me use it to run her. Anyway, they are playing tennis so I parked next to a row of cars at the far end of the court. Run the dog down by the river after she grabs their tennis balls on every serve and takes them to the woods. I'm finally done...put her in the car and go to tell the owner thank you. Get in my vehicle and she's not there. Huh? Look in the car next to me and there she is, with a blueberry muffin in her mouth...I put her in the wrong car. She
opened a bag of them and was chowing them down...this is a dog that stares at a bowl of dog food for twenty minutes before deciding if it's fit to eat. The other car was dark green, just like mine. That is the only thing remotely similar...what is wrong with me? The wrong car had a baby seat in the back...a different color interior...you would think I would notice!
I love blueberry muffins, btw. It isn't fair...
huggies
Donna
Post Edited (vestabula) : 7/7/2011 5:18:18 PM (GMT-6)