You may remember the red baseball collar I bought for Little Riley Pants three months ago. It’s cute and it’s perfect for him in every way possible. Everyone always says, “Oh, do you like baseball?” when they talk to him in their coochie-coochie-coo baby voice, and of course, I always answer with, “Why, yes. Yes, he does.”
And now, after a lunchtime trip to PetSmart where I spent entirely too much money on my Fancy Pants, I found the cutest Minnesota Twins collar in all the world. So, of course, I had to buy it. I mean, when you think about it, what almost 17 month old boxer puppy wouldn’t want a collar with his favorite baseball team on it?
You’ll be proud to know that I left the leash on the shelf, but not after I threw it my cart for a trip around the pet store looking for a new toy. And, yes, I do need a cart at the pet store, but only because my shoulder and neck are injured, not allowing me to balance the 25 pound bag of dog food on my head like I usually do. But let’s not tell my chiropractor that.