Bully sticks are magical. Earlier this week my bully stick was small and ratty. Then after one quick trip in the car, it was again big and scrumptious. I think the sitter had something to do with it, but I cannot figure it out. It is like she is a magician, or it is a trick of light.
If the sitter ever read this blog, she would probably be really sad to know that I actually forgot about her! I am sorry, sitter, but it is true. As soon as the big, fresh bully stick appeared, I was overcome by the wafting power of bully scent.
It was just me and my stick as the rest of the universe faded away.
It was just me and my stick as the rest of the universe faded away.
Wish me luck, world! Only 34 days to go.
Love, Gracie
I know exactly what you mean, Gracie. I am the same way... But with beer and chicken wings. And pizza. And, I guess, Vietnamese pho noodle soup. Actually, I suppose the world drifts away at every meal time for me.
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you mean.