Friday, August 10, 2012
I think my human is finally starting to feel bad about making me work so hard. Because as soon as she's done fighting with the Nikon people (don't ask) and staring at another batch of pugs, we are going on a "special adventure".
I tried to find out exactly "special" means, but she didn't give me many clues.
Here's what I know:
1. Frank is coming.
2. Since Frank is coming, it's not a hike because those kind of adventures break him.
3. My human said something to Frank's dad about porking out or something (??) but she might have been talking about Frank.
And that's it. That's all I know. As much as I loved the cupcakes, I would also REALLY love to eat a Baconator. Paws crossed that's what we'll be doing. Frank might not be able to hike, but he can eat. And I'll totally let him lick all the crumbs off my face.
The bad news is Google says there are NO Baconator stores in all San Francisco. Seriously. None. And I'm pretty sure today is Friday and Friday is a no Mazda day so it's not like we're going to take a road trip or anything to find one... unless Miss Gimpy has no idea what day it is and that's totally possible.
Think bacon-y thoughts. I'll keep you posted...