Maggie has frayed and worn out her new harness. That’s Wal-Mart made in China for you. Well, mom has soft tissue therapy this morning and I am going with her. We are swinging by Pet Smart on the way home to get a sturdier harness. Mom called me this morning to remind me.
“Have you measured Maggie’s neck and girth?” mom asked me.
“Every time I go to measure her, she acts all funny, runs outside, and sits in the rain,” I replied. “She thinks I am going to do something weird to her.”
Mom chuckled and then I bet you could see a frown on her face. The devils in the details for her as I have often said.
“What are we going to do?” mom asked sounding frustrated.
“Next time she comes in, I am going to shut the laundry room door so she can’t escape out the dog door. Then I will get the measurements.”
“Call me back when you do,” mom replied. “I can’t go back to sleep unless I know you have them.”
This is serious business folks for mom. Going to Connie is serious business and getting Maggie a FITTING harness is serious business as well. Mom worries that Maggie is not wearing her rabies tags with the old harness off. She thinks Maggie will be captured and put to sleep.
Well, let me get some breakfast started. I am going to scramble two eggs, fry two pieces of bacon, and have some buttered toast. I might even get wild and eat a banana or an apple or two! lol