Last night I went to Target to buy more expensive dog food for Toby, and to see if I could get a better deal on the organic sliced turkey (yes, for the dog), and I found myself wandering down the kids’ Valentine’s Day aisle. We were mostly a magazine, glue stick, construction paper, glitter kind of family, back in the day…but still, we’ve had a few boxes.
I was kind of wistful, and a little relieved to be done with that aisle. But I bought two bags of the candy hearts (big and small) and will attempt to do something creative with them. This isn’t it…but I will think of something.
Still on Toby watch…my secret signal that he was feeling better would be when I saw him perched on the picnic table, ears perked for any who dare pass by our yard. This morning he was there for a few moments….he moved as soon as I brought out my camera. I don’t think he much cared who used the bike trail today. Steve suggested that perhaps Toby didn’t wait for the photo because of the dopey pink and red hearts collar I am making him wear this month. I will stand by my claim that Toby is a man-dog enough to wear the color and it is festive, not fussy.
Steve can’t possibly be right. Perhaps if I bring out the glue sticks and the candy hearts and make it three dimensional, he will reconsider.