Every time I walk into a pet store, a blog post writes itself and a unicorn and a T-Rex die in each other’s arms.
One day last week,Vivian suggested that we go to the Pet Store. “You know,” she said, “the one that sells animals.” I learned that fact two years ago, thanks for reminding me.
I’m not going to write much more about the pet store. I’m going to let the found humour stand on its own.
Enjoy.
Feel free to comment in the comments…
So…I didn’t realize pet stores had an adult section. Apparently I need to get out more.
Ha. Those aisles scare me!
Ok, at least I know I’m not the only one who side eyes those sometimes.
It’s also left me to wonder if those were invented when someone’s dog got into their owner’s special drawer and just was clearly enjoying themselves a lot.
I love your imagination. I like to imagine the conversation around a board room table when someone suggested these products and the packaging..
Haha. Adamandeve.com better watch out. Looks like there’s competition at the pet store. Plus, you can put peanut butter in the Kongs, so that’s sort of a leg up on the competition. No pun intended.
Pun of the day goes to you! 🙂
Love it. We in fact HAVE guinea pigs, (more than one now, since the pet store we bought our “Max” from was wrong about his being a male. And Max was pregnant). At a recent trip to the pet store, I overheard a young teen explaining his peers about how, if you leave a parrot (perhaps go on a vacation or such), the bird will kill itself. Parrots are just that loyal.
Nothing like gender confusion in the guinea pig world. What is it with pet stores and sound bytes?
That’s cool. Every time I read one of your blog posts a smelly marker is eaten and a doggy kong toy dies in the arm of the vacuum. Cheers.
Bwahaha.
That bottom Kong thing we had for our greyhound. It actually was quite good at pacifying him when we went out. We would cram it full of peanut butter and his tongue would just get a work out trying to get it all out. (insert your own funny image or conclusion there
Ha. The jokes write themselves, don’t they? 😉
No sex toys for Mr. Fluffy or his pet.
🙂
I have never looked at Kongs and thought anything else but, “Neat toy!”
Now, I will look at Kongs and think, “Neat toy!” in a completely different way. And then I will snort. And then giggle and then have to leave the store.
I feel so dirty.
Sorry to ruin your innocence. 😉
Are you sure those “Kong” toys were from the pet store?
Just sayin’…
Knotty, knotty.
I try…
I laughed harder with every picture! I could do the same blog post with pictures and words provided by my first graders.
Endearing whistling noise my hat! I had a guinea pig when I was little and it must have just been very mellow (or sick, who knows?) and it never made a peep so I didn’t know that they even made a noise. Then years later my middle sister got some and I was watching them for her and they started screaming bloody murder and I was just stunned! I didn’t know if they were dying or what, but then my mom explained that no – they do that all the time, apparently that’s normal. It might be normal, but it’s not endearing, it’s blood curdling.