All-out tantrums while shopping are like car accidents. You know the odds are that one will happen to you at some point, but you still can't quite believe it when one does.
It turns out that carrying a berserk Puppy to the car so drained my energy that I was incapable of reading any books or playing with him when we returned home. It's too bad, don't you think? Puppy has been trying to put back my energy by being cooperative and fetching me items when I ask. It appears to be working so far. Heh.
How was your Friday?