A couple nights ago, I’m at work snuggling my Person just waiting for her to drift off to sleep so I can stand post like I do every night. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and in walks the Girl Down the Hall (aka my surgeon) with a handful of shakes from Arby’s.
Sadly, they weren’t all for me… I had to share. I’d like to report her to management. I didn’t bother with a straw. Straight down the hatch for this bear!
Today my Person brought home a treat. She said it was from the best store in the world, but I could tell she was lying because the sack wasn’t from Braum’s. It was, however, the third best thing (behind Whataburger of course). A big THANK YOU to Darcy and Leslie, the owners of Pie Junkie. They make a pie that’s just perfect for a growing bear, the Birthday Cake cutie pie.
This creamy heaven is the perfect way to maintain your fluff. The flavor is that of vanilla cake batter, and I dare say it’s better than sticking your head in the bowl when mom’s trying to bake a cake.
The only bad thing about Pie Junkie is there’s never enough.
