Oh man... I loved going into work with momma. It made me feel so important, walking through the halls and into the office like I was *meant* to be there.
Everyone wanted to say hello, pet me, and the best part...?
I got tons of treats! :o)
The worst part...?
I got tons of treats. :o(
Mah bellay isn't used to such abundance of chicken strips.
Oh! But don't worry... I didn't do anything to embarrass momma at work (other than the two farts).
Nope. I was a good girl, and saved it until we got home.
My stomach went *gurgle*
Other parts went *splat*
Ugh, those treats don't feel so good coming out as they did going down.
I won't, uh, bore you with the gory details, but it involved a bath, hosing down the crate, and placing the bedding and toys that were in the crate in a garbage bag labeled "biohazard".
Hey, life's never boring when I'm around! :o)