Label Whore

Anyone who knows me knows I'm addicted to labels. Doesn't matter if its Marc Jacobs or Isaac Mizrahi for Target, its still a label. Turns out my dogs are the same way.

Usually we get their dog biscuits from Costco. A big 'ol box of 'em will last a few months. Dick and Jane both love them. Well, to my horror, we ran out. And, without a Costco run in the near future I headed over to my friendly neighborhood Ralphs for a box of the "real" Milkbones.

On a typical day, when I'm just about ready to go to work. I head into the pantry and the dogs follow me in knowing a biscuit (or two) is in their future. As I approach and open the box, the dogs wait pretty patiently and I hand one to Jane and one to Dick and they run off to enjoy their treat. This morning, as I open the box o' biscuits, the dogs heads almost exploded. The tape wasn't even off the box and they're jumping up and down. Sadly they know the difference between the "real" Milkbones and the Costco brand.

And for those who you who argue that its probably the exact same thing but in a different box, I'll respectfully disagree. The Milkbones smell different and have a different (more poofy) shape to their bone shape than the Kirkland brand.

So, my dogs are now label whores. I guess its time to put Jane's Gucci color on.