Doggone Crazy, I think

There are so many stories that go along with my trips to ikea (oddly, I know), so after spending the weekend shopping for things to pull a look together for the house, I'm kinda pooped so here's just one of the things I needed (pronounced "gave in to commercialism full strength, unabashedly, and pitifully") to get was these hooks for the dog leashes.

See? How could I say no? They MATCHED THEIR LEASHES AND COLLARS. It was totally destiny.


Now don't the dogs look happier now? It must be so much less stressful for them to know your leash is hanging on a dog bum that matches your collar and leash, isn't it boys!


(I think that's a yes, in case you're wondering. It certainly isn't a "for the love of God woman, we know you have cookies in your hand, will you just put that stupid flashey thing down and FORK THEM OVER! NOW!" No, they're definitely not saying that.)