Jenny's phone rings and it's her mom.
Mrs. Erasmus: Hey Jenny, could you feed Trixie?
Jenny: EW MOM! I am not feeding Trixie! Ew!
Meet Trixie:
Mrs. Erasmus: you gotta.... hahahahahaha... you gotta get.... hahahahahahaaaaaaaaaahahaha.... a meat ball.... haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahah and roll it............. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha in your hands! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAHAHA and then ........ haaaaaaahahahahahahaha feed Trixie the dog foo... hahahahahahahahahahahhaahhaha... dog food! She'll only eat it if..... hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha your hands smell like meat ball!!!!!!!!!! HAAAHHAHAAHHAHAAAHAHAAHA
Of course Jenny and I are dying because Jenny's put her mom on speaker phone; Jenny's bright red and I have tears streaming down my face.So naturally, I get a meat ball, squish it around in my hands and then hand feed lil' Trixie her wet dog food! Just a step in the right direction as far as my animal career goes! So Jenny drank Andre and we talked while I fed Trixie dog food that smelled like BUTT with meat ball scented hands. Why we didn't get a picture of this... I don't know.
I'm ok in Mrs. Erasmus's' book. This makes me happy :)