we all went to the "pet's pantry" today, and returned with a big bag of food, a puzzle toy, and some super fishy treats. the nice lady at the shop oberved that sam would be a spoiled dog in the coming week.
after he'd been very good dog on his walks, hardly pulling at all, accepting his bath with little fuss, and bugging no one except for his Great Leader, who deserves it, i felt quite justified in letting the spoiling commence. first he got his treat ball, with merely normal dog food in it, but a great success nevertheless. then the fish treat was brought out -- and the big dog heaved himself into the air for it. he then bugged the Great Leader a little as a thank you, before settling into a contented sleep.
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