This morning mom and dad took me to Petco. They told me I had to be on my best behavior because of the “incident” the last time I was there. It was really no big deal. A strange woman I had never seen before bent over to pet my head and, without thinking, and because I didn’t recognize her, I kind of snapped at her. I mean, I didn’t bite her or anything, but I did scare the lady. I think mom and dad were disappointed by my reaction, but how would you feel if a giant person bent over and looked as though they were trying to strike you? For all I knew she was attacking daddy so I did what any self-respecting Westie should do-send out a warning. Jeez, everyone over reacted.
Anyway, today I was approached again by one of the Petco employees, and this time I was cautious. She asked me if I liked treats, and what can I say. Treats is the magic word. She offered me one and I started wagging my tail, and she fed me one of my favorites. I put her right in the book of Pettitte. Then, when we went to check out she thought I was so cute (she even commented how soft my coat was) she only charged daddy half for the bag of treats we picked out, mostly vanilla creams. I think mom and dad are being especially nice to me because they are going on a trip. I have seen luggage and other hints that such an event is happening. I will report more on this as I find out exactly what is going on.
