Yet another installment in the drudgery that is everyday shopping. The camera-phone makes it a bit more fun - though I get looks whenever I take pics of products. Like I care what people think!
Since getting Petey, I've been to getting to pet stores more often than ever needed with only having cats. Treats. Beds. Santa. Food. You name it. You know I hate to part with money, but I don't mind it for the animals. Totally worth it.
So last Thursday, when I went to pick-up the photos of Petey and Santa, there was an item behind the counter that made me laugh.
I don't think it has anything to do with the Sarasota County Area Transit and I don't think Ella Fitzgerald is associated in any way, shape or form.
Nope - it's about poop.
They're animals - it's always about poop. ...though that doesn't really explain Tornwordo.
As much as I am not thrilled about picking up after the dog, it's one thing to do it outside, but it seems to be another of scooping it up from in front of the couch. Ick.
Though the name made me smile, I still chuckle from the clerk catching me take the picture.