One night this week Uncle Ed came over and brought us a bag of a new kind of treats. Dried ears or something.
He gave us one of them each, and put them away in the cabinet. He doesn’t know it, but that cabinet door doesn’t close all the way, so we were able to finish them all the next night when Mommis went out.
But that’s the best thing that happened this week. Saturday morning the Animal Control people came to the park just as we were leaving and warned Mommis about us. So today we had to walk on our leashes. Which makes it particularly galling that Cousin Bo is up in Half Moon Bay, having experiences like this one.