Henry loves presents! (But who doesn't?!)

On March 14, there was a tag on my apartment door--- "You have a package in the leasing office." Score! I love presents. My mom and my best friend (Mia) are two people who are awesome  at sending cards and little niceties. I was excited.

Office drone: "Which apartment? Well, I don't have one for Jessica... do you know a Henry?"

After offering up an awkward story about how Henry is the name of my car and my mom knows my rear-view mirror is broken so this must be a new mirror, I was certain we'd be busted soon. See, Henry was allowed in my apartment as long as he didn't exceed 100lbs and I paid an exorbitant non-refundable deposit + monthly pet rent. I was willing to do all of that if busted... but if they didn't know? Who was I hurting. But I digress...

I carried a package to the apartment and thought about what my mom might have sent. Previously she sent chocolate strawberries, caffeine, little treats and trinkets... Instead, I found this gem:

Grandma bought Henry Doggles! We had asked for them a couple months ago, but didn't actually expect them. He wanted the ones with flames, so he'd look like he was running extra fast! He also got a new fancy raincoat, a sweater and a new toy. Aren't grandmas the best?

This turned out to be a wonderful trend with Grandma--- for Christmas, we got new toys, a new sweater, a bag of food (which at $60 a pop, is the best present anybody can ever get a growing, 100+ pound puppy.)  For my birthday, we got a doggy swimming pool, some good bones and chew toys and more food!

Henry has never wanted for anything, partially because he's a spoiled boy and partially because I'm never happier than after a little pet store retail therapy--- some girls buy new jeans, I buy a new Wubba.

Henry's Wubba--- this toy is a must have in our house since first being introduced by Chris's sister, Megan. It's their fave!

Henry's Kong.

Beatrice the sheep.

The kicker is, Henry likes to destroy his toys--- the more I buy the more he destroys. (Evidence below.)

So, to limit my dog toy/bed/treat/clothes obsession, I've started Henry an amazon wishlist and limit myself to one Henry present every two weeks. Obsession? Sure. Am I okay with it? Absolutely! Want to feed the illness? Visit Henry's wish list!

http://www.amazon.com/registry/giftlist/1BHEMDYPMYVNO

Though, in all honesty, the present Henry really needs is a new car--- one that he can fit in. Here's to hopin' Momma hits the lottery because Fanny Focus is on her way out and soon we'll have to invest in a saddle--- let's see if we can avoid the "is that a dog or a pony" jokes then...