She may have even picked up some new gray hairs.
My chihuahua/dachshund mix was terrified as she read the new sign at the food stand in the park.
The little diva ran off towards the beach where I finally found her shaking and hiding under a pink Cinderella beach towel.
“What’s this business about selling chihuahuas?” she barked.
“And for only $7.00! What’s up with that!!!”
I attempted to explain.
“What? You NOW mean to tell me those people in line are going to eat the chihuahuas and the pups?”
I caught her right before she took off again to hide in the nearby sandcastle.
I realized I definitely needed some help.
I carried her over to the friendly food stand owner who did a better job explaining just what they were selling than I did.
He then gave her tomatillos.
And a vanilla ice cream cone.
Greta was all smiles once again.
She’s snoring away right now, tired from her big day.
I doubt they’ll be nightmares this night.
But maybe sweet dreams.
Probably of more ice cream.