When the package arrived, the mail carrier thought it was seriously funny that Darby, already the recipient of mailbox treats left by her, was now getting mail addressed to him as well. At the rate his mailbox possession is taking hold, I expect a newly-revised version of the deed to the property, listing it in his name, to arrive before the end of the year.
|Such a bountiful selection!|
Alas, the only morsels that dared tempt his picky soul were the Bonies. Darby seems to have an inherent dislike of anything that is semi-moist, so the packaged goods were a big no-go in his book. The Bonies provided him with something to carry around, even if he wasn't altogether in working hard enough to try and eat them.
|Ignore how dirty I am. Mom's been sick and|
I don't get properly groomed when she's under the weather.