One more thing

I know, I know, I just posted, but I forgot a story. Don't think I've ever posted twice in one day. I'll blame it on the fact that I was hungry. Weak with hunger actually. Mom just fed me and now I'm thinkin' more clearly.

So yesterday, at one of the many stores we went to, I'm serious y'all the stores we went too all looked the same. In fact, I saw my Dasher mom lookin' at the same stuff in different stores. Anyways, my Dasher mom must have asked my mom to look for somethin' cuz she started diggin' through this huge bin of stuff. My Dasher mom moved off somewhere lookin' at other stuff. Well I'm just standin' there, mindin' my own when all the sudden I look up, and the whole huge bin starts fallin'. I mean the whole thing come tumblin' down on my head practically. Excuse me! So I'm tryin' to get out of the line of fire, as lip stick, mirrors, other tiny bottles of stuff is just rolin' everywhere. So my next thought was, that wasn't me. Shoot they're gunna think I'm a horrible guide and I ran my mom in to this thing. So I start backin' out of there. No way! That was not me. I had nothin' to do with that, that was purely the clutzlike behavior of my lunatic of a mother! Someone came along to help pick everything up and noticed me backed way up against the wall. Thankfully mom dropped my leash so I was able to slink as far away from the situation as possible. The guy goes, "Don't forget your dog." Yeh you better not forget me ma! Shoot you already did that once. I was a good girl too. So that was my other story. Mom is so embarrassin' sometimes. Ok really going now. Be good.

Reba the dog.