SunCoast Adventures

Jake here.  Thinking about something important.  Food.

(It probably ought to be Fergi writing, but she's asleep in her doggie bed.)

Anyhow.

Food is an important commodity.

Right?

All the dogs around here agree on that.

Moma brought our feeding station and a tub of our kibble when she packed our important stuff

for the trip to the beach.

The kibble lasted for a while.

But soon Gramma's little guys were quick to let us know we had run out of our tasty temptations

and we needed to make a food run.

Andy and Chloe were anxious for us to get more, cuz it's always nice to enjoy a new cuisine.

So, we headed over to the local premium petstore: SunCoast Aquariums and Pet Supplies.

We knew they'd have our brand of kibble.

We'd already been in touch with them and they were expecting us.

This store was unlike the ones we visit at home.

Similar to what we knew, there was an aisle of stuffies to root around in.

I found them right away.

But there were also cool live critters right at eye level.  Critters I'd never seen before.

 

 I've seen humines donning masks, fins and snorkels to see water creatures like this.

But I got an up-close view without even having to get wet.

 

I could have watched for hours.

It was a real curiosity and these swimmies were quite mesmerizing.

 

I looked for Butchy and Snickers' koi, but didn't find any.

I think there are too many of those giant great blue herons around here for humines

to decorate ponds with those fancy fishies.

However

There were other four leggededs in another room.

And for the first time ever, subtle indicators of my hunting instincts began to emerge.

Chinchillas! Odd little furries, they were.

And, even more exciting:  gerbils.

But, now, remember.  I am Mr. Geniality.  Mr. Gentility.  Mr. Everydoggie's Best Friend.

I want to be friends with everyone I meet: two or four leggeded.

Including gerbils.

And they clearly wanted to meet me.

Just look at their eyes.

We communicated, those gerbils and I.

It was good fun.

While I loved looking at them, I have to admit, the true hunting instinct just doesn't seem

to be in my genetic make-up.

I must have some sort of mutation.

Just like I wasn't much interested in doing "you know what" in the puppy mill,

neither do I seem to be interested in going out for the hunt and kill.

Unless we're talking about one of my stuffies.

Now that's a different story.

I could do in a gerbil stuffie in minutes.

And have a great time doing it.

We may have to go back to SunCoast just to get a gerbil or hamster or mouse or squirrel to destuff.

I'm sure they have one.