Never Take a 14 Year Old To the Chicago Pet Expo

Damn Jenna for tagging me in an instagram photo of the $1 discount for the Chicago Pet Expo. If she hadn’t done that, we’d have never known about the damn event.

And if we’d never known about the damn event, we wouldn’t have taken Elizabeth with us to the Chicago Pet Expo.

But we did and it was crazysauce.

Elly decided Skeeter needed a green bow tie and was sure we’d find one there. She ran from booth to booth (think BlogHer Expo hall full of pet stuff and random animals wandering around) looking for a green bow tie. She saw a lot, all of them on the rescue animals at the booths but none to buy. She was annoyed.

She also wanted to take home just about every dog, cat, tortoise, goat, pig and ferret she saw. And she saw a lot of them. The only animals she didn’t want were the shih tzus, the bulldogs, and the meechis.

We ate (expensive) bad food. We spent a ton of money on dog treats and dog toys. TW petted some Saint Bernards and I probably promised her that our next dog would be a Saint Bernard. She also got the name of someone who cleans dog poop from yards. Hah. I have cleaning ladies and she has dog poop scoopers?

We had fun but it was crazy, really crazy. (And Skeeter is happy with the first toy we brought her, the Crinkit is holding up really well — better than any toy we’ve gotten her in the past three months!.) She’s also determined to get into Prince J’s bedroom where she knows I put the rest of the toys and treats. Darn dog is too smart for her own good.)