Yesterday's field trip was fun. We went to the fashion island mall. It's an out door mall, so lots of people bring their dogs. It's always decorated nice and they also have a pretty koi pond. Lots of water fountains are through out, much to Pudd'ns delight. We ate lunch in the food court and then headed over to this decadent chocolate store. I actually got Pudd'n to smile and pose for a few pictures. Of course I've already sent out my Yule cards! Oh well, maybe next year.
Steve was so sweet. He had brought me home a small boquet of roses since he knew what a hard night I had with Pudd'n.
Thank you for all your well whishes. Unless my snot turns a freakish color, I'm not wasting my time OR my money at the Drs. Been there, done that in the past. I'm just going to have to ride this out.

*Oh yes, I forgot to tell you the lovely story of our grocery shopping trip. I was in the meat section and Pudd'n was eating an apple and giggling for what ever reason. Well, he must of swallowed a piece of apple wrong because next thing you know, he's blowing chunks all over isle 5.
Luckily I am close enough to the meat counter to ask for paper towels....a LOT of paper towels. The butchers can see what had happened and they called for a mop. Well this one butcher was a muscle head. One of those guys that build up their bodies in a gross way. Well, I scoop up everything in a nice papertowel soaked with vomit mess and proceed to the open door of the meat counter. I ask if I can come in and throw the mess away. Mr. Muscle head was a few feet from me and that boy moved even further from my vicinity. You thought I was carring a vile of the bubonic plauge or a box of Krispy Kremes in my hands. The look of horror on his face was pricless too. If I wasn't so damned tired, I would of laughed.