The Pet Shop

Today we have been to Town. Now I am in the boot room and The Owner is miaowing at me which I think is very childish and immature! It is that time when my food bin requires refilling and because he created a fuss at my favourite shop of all time, about the labelling of the prices on the shelves not agreeing with the prices on the till, we are unable to buy my food from there ever again. Together with the garden centre and several other shops locally. So we went to Town to find another food shop and I have to say I reeeeeally liked this one. He put me on a lead when we got out of the car which usually means we are going to the pub and I was a little concerned that this far from home might be a problem if he had too much to drink and we had to walk home. But I needn't have worried! After a short walk through Town, where there were lots of lamp posts to wee up and stuff, we arrived at Pet Shop and went in. It smelled really good in there but The Owner was particularly interested in the shelf above my head height where there was lots of things for dogs, including dog whistles (we have three already) and it was then that I noticed that along the floor at my head height were lots of bins with interesting things in. One bin with pigs ears in (thank you very much, just the one then), then we moved along a little (loose Bonio's, one for now and keep one for later thank you). Then we moved a bit further and there was loose Shapes biscuits (just a couple then). Next move, chewy sticks (ok then, if I am quick). The next bin had something I had never seen before and proved to be my undoing. In it was this grey stuff, quite fine and powdery I thought, so I had a quick chomp of a sample. It was then I started to cough and it attracted the attention of Pet Shop Hoomun. It would seem that K9's aren't meant eat cat litter apparently! Well how was I to know!?!?! The Owner had to pay for the rest of my lunchtime snack which Pet Shop Yoof had been noting on his pad, which brought on an attack of the vapours, together with my bag of food. With the extra expense, he dispensed with the other things he had picked up to buy, including another dog whistle, but he had to resist the temptation to refer the whole process to Watchdog on the BBC as there aren't any other Pet Shops around here that he isn't banned from. So now, every time he passes the boot room door, he is miaowing at me. Hoomuns can be so childish sometimes. Well, The Owner can be!