My mom just bought a dozen eggs from the Dog Mountain Farm booth. She noticed they were selling bags of treats from last week, which was Dog Day at the Queen Anne Farmers Market.
“Good healthy treats,” she said approvingly. “Carrots. Veggies. No preservatives.”
“Delicious,” I said. “Worth a good sit.”
Last week the Dog Mountain folks were handing out treats. So this week I made a beeline to the booth. I moved right into my very best treat-accepting posture, which almost nobody can resist.
“Amazing,” my mom said. “Just one treat, ONE time, and Gracie remembers a whole week later. Now why can’t she remember the basics of walking on leash?”
Too many details, mom. Besides, it’s so boh-ring.