It's all Mike's
I normally buy 1/4
of a watermelon, neatly wrapped in cellophane, but a few days ago
Mike came grocery shopping with me. Grocery shopping with Mike is
always an experience, as he is determined to double my time at the
store while he price compares His most recent discovery was
that buying a whole watermelon saves about $4 (although since I'm the
only one who eats it, Mike is ignoring the fact that 3/4 of it will
go to waste anyway) I digress...Since it was easier to buy the
watermelon than argue the point, for the first time ever, a whole
watermelon was sitting on my counter.
Fast forward to
last night. I was sitting upstairs and suddenly heard a terrible,
wailing, pitiful voice that usually means Yngo wants a bitch in
season. But no one is in season, I realize...
Mike went into the
kitchen to find Yngo, paws up on the counter, resting his head on the
watermelon and singing it some sort of "please roll off the
counter" serenade. Yngo knows better than to actually pull
things off the counter, so barked wildly at Mike, his way of
"asking politely". Mike attempted to show him the
watermelon, which went disasterously of course, and there we sat,
listening to the sad, sad song.
The next day, Mike
said "Just give him the @&%*! Watermelon!"
When I reminded
him that it was $6 watermelon, we laughed, trying to count up the
number of $6 toys Yngo has ruined throughout his lifetime.