Shopping

I ventured into our high class town centre yesterday evening. Not for me, mind you, the dogs needed canned dog food. They get a mix, a little bit dry and some wet and I had run out of wet. Everywhere the Christmas lights were on. Real trees, fake trees, wreaths, stars wherever you looked there were lights. I got the dog food and a few things for myself. Actually I could have just bought another can for myself, probably heathlier, but I invested in a fresh baquette and half a pound of Italian salami. My kind of meal. Pommegranate juice was on sale. I got it. It tastes like medicine. No wonder it was on sale. It is supposed to be healthy and will surely counteract all the Italians in the salami which clog up your arteries. So this morning I had another piece of the baguette and some of the salami and the pommegranate juice again. The dogs always get some fake bone for breakfast. It's baked and has the hardness of cement. All three would go for the salami, one would go for the baguette but no dog would enjoy living so healthy as to drink pommegranate juice.