Next stop: the pet store – land of free snackies at the check-out counter! What delizioso (delightful) surprises did I stumble upon there, you ask? Well, here I am checking out some huge bags of succulenti spuntini (succulent snacks). I love these lower shelves – they're just right for sniffing out the best items.
and la mia ragazza obligingly put them in our cart. Mmmmm … peanut buttery chewies. I will devour each delicate finger of nutty goodness in a mere due secondi, forse tre (two seconds, perhaps three). Giggle!!
I also pawed at these, and she put them in our cart, too:
And look! Busy Chewnola!
And I got some of these because they remind me of my sweet azzurro ragazzo (blue boy), Busterigo. Mwah! Just look at his magnifico (magnificent) face on the cookie box. Honestly, girls, isn't he just da morire (to die for)!?!? E' cosi' figo! (He's such a hunk!)
Anyway, about these biscotti (cookies): are they ever megagalattica (awesome) -- simply la fine del mondo (out of this world)! La mia ragazza says they look and smell just like “people” cookies. She had better not get any ideas…!!
Here I am doing a quick review of rope toys:
I, Lucia, usually have several rope toys at my casa, but I so gleefully shred them in no time flat – leaving meraviglioso (wonderful) wads of damp thread all over the floor for hoomans to enjoy – that we are in a constant state of restocking my inventory. La mia ragazza calls this phenomenon, “Rope Toy Flux.” (Which is kissing cousin to "Stuffie Flux," and a distant relation to "La Mia Ragazza's Shoe Flux." Heeeee...!!!!) But as for those rope toys, once I start the shredding process and make any sort of respectable headway, la mia ragazza throws away the frazzled toy because it makes a big mess. Pllbbbbblll!!
On the way home, we dropped by my groomer’s place prendere un appuntamento (to make an appointment) for an aire-do next Wednesday. La mia ragazza wants the groomer to strip my sella (saddle) so it stays black, and my furnishings and face need a little work, too. I, Lucia, have never been stripped before but the groomer said that I am “blowing my puppy coat” (fffwwooooooo!!!!) and said stripping would quickly tidy up my darlingest good looks. I guess la mia ragazza changed her mind about cancelling my spa day due to the chewed-‘puter-cord expense, but I think that’s because it’s getting warm here now and she doesn’t want me to be too hot in excess gingery and black furs. It's good that she's a girl, like me. We have an understanding when it comes to the subject of beauty.
Hope you all are having a fabulous fine settimana (weekend), miei cari amici (my dear friends)!