I rescued a stray at the grocery store today, it seems to be happening more and more to me. I must have a sign on my head that reads: Sucker.
Today it happened on the international food aisle. I couldn't tell where it was coming from at first, I just heard..."Chelle....chelle, oh chelle..." and finally and bent down and I heard, "yeah you!" I saw them, laying there discarded between the Asian noodles and soy sauce like someone just tossed them out of their buggy...double stuffed oreos.
And you know me...my momma raised me right. I am not the one to be rude, especially to cookies, so I listened to what they had to say. When they told me their story about how some lady had picked them up and promised them a new home only to discard them next to the sad Asian noodles, I couldn't help but console them. I assured them that they would have a new home at my house in my belly.
So I rescued them and gave them a new home.
Aren't I sweet?
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I tend to rescue them two bags at a time now that I'm pregnant. *hangs head in shame*
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