LOVE getting pink notices.
Well, mostly love. Because pink notices also mean the postal people won't let us have our stuff until after 11am the next day. Total torture when you're talking about a box too big to fit through the door.
Anyway. It took forever for after 11am the next day to come. And when it did finally come, my human said we had to wait some more because she had some stupid Frolic thing to do. Yeah, waiting + more waiting. Nice.
When we FINALLY made it to the postal office (at like 5pm) I almost had another heart attack when the lady behind the counter asked to see my or Dutch's ID. I guess postal rules say you can't get your box unless they know who you are and since the box had our names on it, we needed to be ID'd.
Turns out postal lady was just kidding. Told us some story about some lady who got her cat an ID or something and then got in trouble when her cat got called for jury duty? No idea. But none of it was funny. I just wanted my box. It smelled so superyummy and the label said it came to me all the way from Canada!
But no. We had to stop at the stupid dog park first. Like I was really going to leave my supertasty smelling box unattended to run around and play. Or even pee. No freaking way.
The waiting got even worse when we got home and my human insisted on taking pictures of us opening the box and Nikon's battery wasn't juiced. And when I thought there could be no more waiting, she fell asleep during the battery juicing and we had to wait until the next day.
And just so you can feel a tiny bit of what I felt having to wait for my box, you're all going to have to wait until tomorrow to see what's inside and who sent it to us. Because Frank is here again and we have a big day planned. But I promise it will be worth the wait. Totally worth the wait!
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SATURDAY WAS SPECIAL
Let's all eat some cookies for Fergie in Carrolton, TX. I know mine will be special Canadian cookies ;)
PS: Here's a sneek peek for all you wait-haters: