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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Where it all started

It was the Pup Tarts; that's where it started. A different kind of treat and it wasn't even my fault. She held her hand out, I took it from her and then there was no going back. I'd had small pieces of filet before, even prime rib bones to chew on at length. But this Pup Tart thing was different. I felt a little dizzy and...wait...hold on...I think I smell something...nope, false alarm. Anyway this treat made me dizzy and longing for more. I sat at her feet for what seemed like two hours (which is like 14 of yours) and no more treats followed. But I still think about those Pup Tarts every day and I won't stop following her around until I get another taste. I try to be good, hold on...who's walking by the house???..."Arf, arf-arf-whoof-woof-arrrr!!! " That'll show 'em. Anyway, I try to be good, but I am still a puppy. A puppy holding out hope for the next Pup Tart. The doggone dog treat handed down straight from heaven. Here's a link to were I think she got them: All for now...hey...what's that shiny thing over there?...Gotta go. -Tucker

1 comment:

Suma said...

I really love her bacon pretzels that she makes. They are heaven! You are one lucky dog!