Wordless Wednesday: Vixen Goes to Publix

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mom spent almost two hours at the grocery store on Monday purchasing groceries for her two University of Miami classes yesterday and today.  (explains why she is slow to respond to your comments and slow to read your blog posts to me…she planned for 15 yesterday and 120 today.)  She told us that people in the produce aisles looked at her oddly because she looped the department for about 40 minutes, dividing her cart in half with baby carrot bags as the items almost overflowed the cart!

As she approached her car, the SUV next door had the back flap open and a Publix employee stood looking in.  Curious as ever, she thought she saw a K9.  Considering the temperature was about 93 with 100 % humidity, she peeked as she passed.  Here’s who peeked back.

The husband had the air on, thank goodness, even so, the K9 panted.  Mom shouted into the SUV and asked if she could pet the K9, girl or boy, how old and what the name was.  Yes, girl, 10 and Vixen.  Vixen? Like Rudolph the Reindeer’s Vixen Mom asked?  Yes. (the human didn’t want to talk much)  Mom thought Vixen looked like a Scooby Doo double with her expression, minus the coloring.  Mom told the Publix employee how surprising Vixen’s silky coat was.

By this time, Mom and her groceries felt like the Wicked Witch at the End of The Wizard of Oz… before she fully melted, she thanked the human, bid Vixen adieu, loaded her 20 or so bags and hit the AC button!

Another great, Great Dane, day.

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