Chester's day at the 2 Legger's Grocery store

How many of you dawgs out in DogBlogville would like to have more choices in your diet? This is something that I've been mulling over for some time now. Why are our choices confined to Petsmart, Petco and similar other Pet-only stores? Not that there's a thing wrong with them. It's just that I wanna go where 2 leggers go.
She brings home such wonderful things that no store I've ever been in sells. Raw meats, cheeses, breads, cookies.........oh just the thought makes my head spin!



Mom tells me that where she shops for groceries that dawgs are not allowed. Personally, I think she should boycott the place but then I'm afraid her and Dad might start eatin' my food so I better let that one go. Ya gotta choose your battles, ya know!

So like I said, this has been an eatin' at me for some time and I begged and begged until Mom finally agreed to sneak me in so I could see just what this food paradise was like from the inside out. You'd probably like to know how she did that so here is a little peek at part of my disguise.

Ta-Dah!

Pretty sneaky, huh?

The time finally came for us to go. I was excited and a fine layer of drool moistened my oversized, flappy gums. We got there and once we were past the friendly man handing out the grocery carts, I knew I was in. There was no way I was sitting in that little seat for kids either. I needed to be within snooter range of all the millions of products available.

Mom kept a tight rein on me around the meats and it's probably good because I was ready to forget the rest of the store and just lay down amidst all the glorious animal delicacies. It took a little-no, ALOT of coaxing but Mom finally got me away from that part of the store. We came to the snack aisle. I've seen some of these 2 legger treats around our house. Even tasted a few but not as many as there are available. So since everything was bagged tightly, Mom gave me my space so I could explore.

Pretzels - been there, crunched them.
Crackers - it's true, everything's better when it sits on a Ritz.
Cookies - Mmmmmmmm-double stuff!!


Hmmmmm, what's this? Arrrrrggggggggghhhhhhh!!! NO!! NOT HERE! Say it can't be true!! That sneaky, good-for-nothin', low-lyin', dirty scumbag Mr. Stick is now endorsing cookies! How can someone so evil have their name plastered all over something so sweet and good? Giggly, googly eyed fun cookies-my butt!! I guess you eat one and BAM! - all of a sudden you're choking and trying to breathe? What next, OJ Simpson selling orange juice?



Well, that did it! No more grocery store trips for me. I flew out of that store so fast they never saw that my Nike sneakers had fallen off and my ears had flopped out of my baseball cap.

All of a sudden my same ol', same ol' kibble looks magnificent!

Woofs and scary cookie slobbers,
Chester