I love it when I see the groceries come home. It means I have a new toy somewhere. I run to the back of the car, jump up and start sniffing through the bags. My mom complains that I make them even heavier with my nose crammed inside them while she's trying to walk. Last night I walked backwards down the hall with my nose deep in one bag while she was bringing it to the kithchen. If they get set down on the floor, I start rummaging through with my nose and usually score, but sometimes I need a little assistance finding my prize, my patience being tested the whole time, well, o.k. I have a total lack of patience but they know what I want!
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