We went to Bamberg, where I've been before. It's sort of a long ride, and we left sort of late. I looked over a website on J.'s iPad at her insistence, looking for pets but finding none that really sparked my interest. So I showed her the labrador mixes. She immediately called to ask if any were available. All had found a good home. Disappointment, but to be expected.
Next, we had our customary lunch at a little Chinese fast-food corner in a mall. Tiny or not, cheap or not, they're delicious and they're clean. Omnomnom. Chicken Chow Mein, I love you.
We wandered around the place a bit. A game store for Boyfriend, a euro store for entertainment, Müller because we could. While I lost my partner to the video game section, I went to the household supplies, drawn there by a bucket full of fly swatters in bright colors. What can I say, I'm easily distracted. Then my eye fell onto the things next to the fly swatters. Bug nets. For windows. Easy to attach. I went over to Boyfriend and asked if he still had the measurements for the windows. He had. We needed the smallest (read: cheapest) sizes. Oh, and one of our windows in the bedroom has issues, so we needed one less. They're from Tesa. They'll be there next year. Twelve euros for buglessness: check.
We really couldn't find anything else to do, so we found W. in the coffee corner and ordered a cool treat. I went for a cranberry-blackcurrant slushie, Boyfriend for a tiny pot of B&J's. And then I remembered the other puppies.
J. called W. over, we had a slight interlude at C&A, but we ended up back in the coffee corner, J. nursing something banana-chocolate-y which I'm pretty sure was a milkshake with toppings, but which was called something fancy. Prices started at three and a half euros, German for 'a lot'. I showed the second choice puppies. The ones so ugly they're cute. They were still there.
I'm eating my earlier words. I'm probably getting a small dog tomorrow. He's got a face only a mother could love, but he's adorable and he'll be mine.
We went back to the euro store for emergency supplies. A tiny basket, something soft to line the basket with, a leash which I thought was the right size, but on unwrapping turned out to have a rather big collar included. It might fit when the pooch is grown, but until then, we're sort of screwed. I'm looking into a solution for that on Monday and asking J. and W. for a loaner collar until then. Think something's missing from the list? Just you wait.
Next stop was Toys 'R' Us, where we found blindbag ponies. My Rarity collection now only requires a transparent and a normal Rarity to be complete. And I got a golden pony. Chris, sadly, found none of his wished-for ponies.
We looked in another toy store, and around that time, the penny dropped with me. We're in the middle of a heat wave. And buying a dog, probably. And the thing has nothing to drink from.
The mall we were in had no pet store. Oh, and it was a quarter to six, meaning almost all normal stores were closed. I was starting to pray the puppy wouldn't have the wits to throw over and/or break a porcelain cereal bowl, but it's a puppy. Puppy's are too smart for their tiny bodies to handle.
So I worried while we geocached and time passed on. The caches were in interesting places: up a pole, down a well, on a hill... But I was still thinking about a tiny doggie dying of heat stroke and dehydration while I teased J. about the
It was getting late, we were hungry and we had to pee. To KFC we went.
But wait, stop, halt! There was a Real next to KFC. For those of you unfamiliar with the chain store, just fill in 'big-ass supermarket stocking everything from survival gear to cornflakes'. And it was half an hour before closing time. I invoked possible future dehydration of pet as a reason to be late for dinner and dragged Boyfriend there to find at least a drinking bowl.
They had one model, which I was fine with, since it was anti-slip stainless steel, stocked in two sizes: cat and toy-puppy-swimming-pool. Seeing as a thirsty dog would last about two minutes with the small one, we got the big one.
Then I had my first KFC experience. It's slightly more expensive than most fast food chains, which is mystefying, since the place only serves chicken, until you get your food. They serve real chicken. It's flaky and stringy and chewy and all the things chicken should be. None of this mashed chicken product. Someone actually slaughtered some poultry and decided not to serve the bits of carcass meat and skin as the animal. Delicious. Even if someone put Spezi in the Apfelschorle dispenser.
When we finally got home, Boyfriend got visited by a friend while I went slightly nuts. I cleaned the kitchen counter, loaded the dishwasher, got rid of the forgotten but clean laundry we had lying around, finally fully unpacked, put away some handbags of mine that had somehow escaped their prison and coralled the trash. All of this happened in a shirt of Boyfriend I'd thrown on to not be half naked while we had company over. Better to have them think I'm a clothes-hog than a whore, in my book.
When Boyfriend's friend left, I asked if he could install at least one of the bug nets. Like I said, heat-wave. Heat-wave with crickets and grasshoppers hissing menacingly outside. The net took fifteen minutes to install. Most of that was sticking the velcro to the window and trying to cut the net to size. It looks okay at the moment. Should we have screwed up, well, there's plenty more where that came from.
All we have to do now is put away the toaster, unload and reload the dishwasher and maybe vacuum. On the other, hand, I wanna see how the puppy, if we get one, reacts to a vacuum cleaner.
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