I would have thought that by the time I had reached the age I am now, I would be able to walk through my own house without much fanfare, and certainly without chaperones. But apparently, I was wrong. Sometimes I feel as though I need a parade leader’s scepter…you know, something befitting the pomp and circumstance that is the journey to my refrigerator, or bathroom, or laundry room, or anywhere since I can’t seem to move without an entourage.
What edible object were you carrying? What edible object were you thinking about possibly carrying? What edible object existed in this space-time continuum which you could conceivably have been carrying and weren’t, thus denying the possibility of giving it to one of these adorable begging faces, you monster?
Treats, treats we want treats. So it is for me from car to house or in the opposite direction. Only one pleading face, but much larger.
Do we get a treat Mom??? huh? huh? huh?
I have the same problem, except I have three little ladies that will follow me around. Unless it’s been a tiring day then I just get the pup who really does have to make sure I don’t just suddenly disappear from the kitchen, bedroom or bathroom. They at least try to stay out from under my feet….although I don’t go a day without someone yelping.