*Sigh*

Off and on for most of the afternoon, Grimm has been climbing into his carrier, sticking his head out, looking at me and whining.

Apparently he wants to go somewhere. I'm not going to take him anywhere so of course he's not happy with me.

Oh well.

He's a puppy, I'm a human. I'm the mommy. I win.

Why...

cuz I said so.

Note to self

When next going grocery shopping, we do NOT need any more canned goods. We have officially run out of room in the pantry. We are now set for the next apocolypse