Baby Carrier Capers

Today Mrs. Stillman took me to a big store called Highs or Lowes I can’t remember which, where they sell all sorts of stuff for houses, even dog houses!  She pulled out one of those carts that have a big “baby carrier thing” posted up on the handlebars.  Then she plopped me in it. 

I was pretty scared at first.  But then it was fun. There we were rolling through the store and everybody in the entire world had to come over and pet me and tell me I was cute (as if I didn’t know that).  Then I heard a daddy type guy say something about it not being sanitary, having me in that seat.  Wow!  I hadn’t even thought of that. All that baby poop and baby germs getting all over my fur!  I hope next time Mrs. Stillman brings a towel or something to protect me from all that unsanitary stuff. I oughta thank that guy.

After we got out of there Mrs. Stillman put me down in a giant striped universe called a parking lot.

There were lots of cars and drivers there

My nose was flying off the handle (ha ha so to speak) sniffin all those new smells. There was tire dog pee smell, and Big Mac tire smell, and lumber dog pee smell, and tire lumber dog pee smell. It was great. I had to run a little cause I was so excited.  I peed on as many things as I could, till I was wrung out like towel! Then Mrs. Stillman told me to get into the car by myself!!  The step into the car was about 75,000 feet high if I remember correctly. I woulda needed a crane to get that high!  I just couldn’t risk it. So Mrs. Stillman scooped me and I sniffed the air all the way home.

Now Mrs. Stilllman wants to buy some plants for our new house. She says she wants some hardy perennials .I suggested lambs ear because it's nice and fuzzy. Cripes! I hope she doesn’t think I meant ugh!-pussy willow by mistake! 

Hmmm talking about pussy willow makes me wanna bake a pie! There’s lots of new “ingredients” around our new house. Ha ha ha.

So anyway,  tomorrow we’re going to Home Dogpot. That oughta be fun. If they have any of those unsanitary baby wagons, I'm gonna refuse to get in . Doggally, I’d rather walk.