Nootle on her eating habits:
I wish I’d quit eating like a hippo.
Please understand that Nootle is little but she could still be a contender for one of those professional eating contests. Especially if it was a balsamic reduction eating contest. (that was funny to exactly three people).
Sheepie, after sniffing her armpit:
It smells like a gyro under here!
Sniffs it again
Maybe a hot dog stand.
Me at Pet Supplies+
Where are your dog yamika’s?
Turns out they don’t sell them.
Nootle, who was being taken home early bc her flu made its appearance in the form of fear-of-vomiting panic around 10PM Saturday night:
I just wish I’d throw up and get it over with
Pinnah, who was with us in the car:
I can help you with that.
Lesson: Even if your crisis is puking at I-90 W and McKinley Ave, your friends will still help you.
Now go revel in holiday joy my gyro-scented favorites.