How can you resist a pooch like this?

How can you resist a pooch like this?

Scrappy is really special to me and I was trying to do something nice for him. For Easter.

I know that sounds strange on lots of levels:

  1. He’s a dog.
  2. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have any particular religious affiliation.
  3. If he saw an Easter Bunny, he’d rather hunt it down and …, well, let’s just say neighborhood kids would be very disappointed.
  4. I don’t like holidays of any kind, secular or religious because I’m a Highly Sensitive Person and holiday gatherings are the equivalent to sending me into friendly fire.
What? Another holiday get-together? I thought we just had one...oh. That was a birthday thing. Shizzle.

What? Another holiday get-together? I thought we just had one…oh. That was a birthday thing. Shizzle.

So why did I do it? (I’ll tell you what “it” is in a minute. Patience, People. It’s not like you have a life. I mean, you’re reading blog posts on the weekend…)

Because I care. I want Scrappy to live a long time and to be happy for at least most of that time. Sometimes he gets in a mood and there’s nothing I can do about it. Terriers. It’s just the way they roll.

Put the blasted camera down and leave me alone. I'm serious. They called me "Scrappy" for a reason.

Put the blasted camera down and leave me alone. I’m serious. They called me “Scrappy” for a reason.

So, anyway, I bought him these organic, expensive, gourmet, expensive, all natural, did I mention expensive, “home-baked” dog treats. They were marketed as good for his digestion, skin, coat, teeth, breath, and chances for finding true love on e-Harmony.

With great anticipation, I treated him to one of these special, expensive delicacies last night. You can see for yourself the results.

Oh well, he seems to love the crap he finds on the ground (that would be both of the literal and figurative variety) . And that’s free! Maybe I’ll just take him for an extra long walk and look the other way.

Happy Easter!