Remember last week when Mom and Dad took Mackey and me to the pet store? Mackey came home with a new harness that she hates and I came home with nothing. That's right, you read it right... I got nothing. I picked out a sweet little container of liver treats and headed for the car, but Mom caught me at the door and took the treats away. Well, I haven't let her forget about that. Every day I go over and put my head in her lap and give her one of those sad looks, you know the one, and she remembers and tells me she's sorry. Yeah, but sorry doesn't cut it.
So this morning Dad took us outside and we all slogged thru the mud in the back yard. A couple weeks ago we got about 15 inches of rain and it was OK as long as it was freezy out, but today it's 60 degrees and the whole yard is mud. So when we came back in, Dad had to put each of us in the tub in the garage and wash our feet. That didn't exactly make anyone happy, man or beasts. That's when he decided to go to the farm store and buy some bales of straw to throw over the mud.
Now here's the best part. Guess what's directly across the street from the farm store? The pet shop with the great treats!! Mom said to wait and she and I, Sebastian, would go with him. We all got in the car and she said we should stop first at the pet shop. YES!!!
We all went in and she said I could pick out a treat. I walked up and down the aisles, sniffing all the delicious treats. I stopped at several rawhide chews, but Mom won't let us have rawhide. I nosed some antlers, but we can't have hard chews that might hurt our teeth. I sniffed a few bags and boxes, then I saw the basket full of containers of liver treats. They were exactly like the ones I picked out last week. I picked one up and she said OK. Then she picked one up and we walked to the counter with our treats.
The man at the counter laughed and said if I put the container down, he'd give me a starter treat. I let Mom have the container and he gave me a crunchy yellow treat. I carried it to the car and ate it in the back seat. Mom had the other two containers of liver treats.
Then we went across the street to the farm store and got the straw for the yard.
When we got home Mom let me hold the treat container, but she wouldn't let me open it myself. I know I could do it, but she opened it and gave me not one, not two, but FIVE treats!!! Oh they were so good.
Then Mom put the container on the counter and said that they're my very own special treats.
I think I must be the luckiest dog in the world.