(as we were on the phone discussing Tom's upcoming birthday)
"Does Tom need rubbers?"
"WHAT!?!?!" (*enter horrifically, disturbing visual, forever ingrained in my skull*)
"They go over his shoes, so they don't get wet."
"Oh those." (*breathing again) "No. He doesn't need any. But Wrigley does."
This dog is a sopping mess after our walks.
Wrigs is now on a diet so he only gets healthy snacks like fresh fruit and veggies. Here he is today trying a little slice of cucumber for the first time. And then of course Chumley has to make an appearance as always...