Which only happened because the Farm Manager had to come into town to get the elite pet food our pets demand. The impulse for elite pet food does not originate on my side of the family.
When you share every Big Mac or pizza slice or Timmies invention with your best friend, they don't need the ultra-premium pet food anymore.
Anyway, we stocked up on the premium pet food, and then we stopped by the off-leash dog park.
Bruno hasn't seen his dog park pals in weeks, because the FM has been working from home, and her job is my only excuse for driving into town.
The beauty of the occasion was that the FM, our mutual boss, was able to witness first-hand Bruno's interactions with his dog park pals.
Like his complete deference to that miniature poodle half the size of his head.
But he's also thrilled to romp with the other big dogs, like Bandit and Maverick. They race around with bared fangs and constant growls, but they're just kidding.
We stopped by the Food Land on the way home. The FM picked up a few essentials, and also an entirely non-essential box of mini cinnamon buns.
Me and Bruno are polishing them off as I write these words.
Nobody needs to know...
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