So as I awoke from my morning nap I remembered that Didi had not been fed yet. I go to feed her and find myself scraping the bottom of her food-container. Yippees.
On my way to Petco, with Didi in co-pilot position, I stop at Starbucks for a tea. This is a drive through starbucks so all the Barristas came to lean out the window and go, "Aaaaww... puppy!". Didi sat in her co-pilot seat and regarded them with a silent dignity. This silent dignity flew out the window when one of the girls handed me a small cup on whipped cream for the puppy. I thought, "Hey, it's not so much. It couldn't hurt." and put it in the cup holder closest to Didi so that she could indulge. She covereed herself from nose to eyelids in it promptly, while I got my tea.
I tidied her up before going into Petco. Now, evidently whipped cream goes through a corgi at lightening speed, because before we got to the store's doors, Didi had a juicy bout of diarrhea, which is when I realized "Hey, whipped cream is milk fat and sugar". Premium dog-lube, good for cleaning out the engine. We made 3 clean-up stops in the store. It was wicked awesome.
The moral of the story is, Didi shouldn't trust what I give her and I shouldn't trust gifts from strange women.
The End.
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