Puppy Mommy

The other day I found bits of kibble in the bottom of my purse.  I imagine this is what it’s like when you have kids although the kibble  turns into some sort of goldfish cracker or string cheese.  Am I like that crazy lady who treats her furry pet like a kid?  I guess so.  Although I must say the only reason there was dog food, yes let’s just call it what it is —   d o g   f o o d    in the bottom of my purse is because he put it there.  Not like he’s been storing it bit by bit by dropping kernals into my unsuspecting bag on the floor.  He spilled it all over the car and apparently into my purse (or bag, rather) during our last road trip to PA.  Although I’d actually find it funny if he had been storing food in there, in the dark abyss of my bag.  See, Radar won’t eat the green bits of his dry food.  I find them all over the kitchen floor.  He drops them out of his mouth and swallows red and brown ones.  These green bits end up under everything – sometimes under our shoes which then crush the food into fine particles that are quite difficult to clean up.  So, yes, I’d find it hilarious if he decided, out of spite, to put those green bits into my bag.  He’s like a kid who won’t eat his peas.

Let me tell you what he DOES do.  He DOES pull everything interesting OUT of my bag.  Granola bars, left overs from lunch with a friend, he once ate a whole peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  For a dog who should only be 12 pounds (and is a good winter weight of nearly 14,) a whole sandwhich is a lot!

Anyway – I’m embarrassed to say our last trip to PA was several weeks ago and I only noticed the grimy little rocks of food a few days prior to today.  Hmmm.  I could take this as a note to clean out my bag more often or I could console myself by saying, “who else knows what the heck is in the bottom of their purse/bag/briefcase?!”  Do you?!

I guess we all know what’s in the bottom of mine…

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   Lill Robinson (aka Miz Ro) says:

   March 11, 2011 at 4:04 pm

   During my FL visit I went to church with my brother and sis-in-law at St. Paul’s (Polish Nat’l Catholic Church). After a very emotional song during the offertory, Jenny reached into her bag for a tissue and came out with a white sock. The night before she had shed her socks in the living room and tossed them on the back of the sofa. Unbeknownst to any of us, Stewie the Cat, had managed to sneak one of them into Jenny’s bag which was open on the floor next to her recliner. Pets do the most amazing things!
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   MakieDoll says:

   March 16, 2011 at 7:58 pm

   Lill, that is hilarious! Animals add spice and humor in the best places. I see why they say people with pets live longer.
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   Harley says:

   March 16, 2011 at 10:36 pm

   “Animals add spice and humor” ? Depends on who you ask! I had to call my supervisor yesterday morning to let her know I would be a few minutes late to work. The reason?…6 spots of cat puke in 3 different rooms! Spice you call this?! More like spite
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   MakieDoll says:

   March 17, 2011 at 1:31 am

   Oh no, which kitty and what did they eat?! Sometimes they add a wrench in things too, I guess – but it’s worth it. Maybe you’ll agree in a few days Radar rummaged through garbage I meant to throw out the other week and ate chicken bones. $250 x-ray later…. he’s obviously ok, thank goodness.
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   Brianna says:

   March 22, 2011 at 9:07 pm

   I will invariably find pretzel crumbs in any bag I am brave enough to turn inside out.