We had a plan.
We had a list.
We had an itinerary.
We were going to kick some retail a$$ and get a whole bunch of Christmas shopping done, while also getting lunch, picking up home improvement supplies, as well as groceries and some much needed toiletries.
Never happened. We were late getting up. We took a shower only to have Bogey drink half a bottle of cyclosporin while unsupervised. We then waited half an hour for our vet to return my call and assure us that, no Bogey was, in fact, not in any danger. We left the house about 3pm, ate a late lunch, then wandered through Target examining potential gifts. We left empty-handed. We left PetSmart empty-handed too, except for some much needed cat litter. We then left Dick's Sporting goods empty-handed too. All in all, our holiday shopping amounted to 0-3. We felt like the Bengals.
By now, it was 7pm. The dogs would be going ballistic. No doubt they would be starving. All of this was, in fact, true, with the added bonus that Bogey had done a number 2 in his crate. He had gotten it everywhere, all over him, his blanket, his crate. UGH.
After much cleaning and swearing, we tried going out again. This time the dogs came with us to the Sprint store and Kmart. They were hyper and anxious, and continued to vye for our attention at every opportunity. And the shopping was less than successful. We are now 0-5 on the holiday shopping. We're looking more like the dolphins at this point. So we went home. So far, our most succesfull shopping expeditions have been online. Maybe we'll just continue to shop in our PJ's. And the dogs snoozing in the corner seem to like it better too.