Do you remember how I was driving the shopping cart? I thought I’ll wish my own cart for Christmas, because it was so amusing to drive around, but my female master is a such fun-destroyer and canceled the order. She said that Santa Claus cannot carry my shopping cart on his sleigh so I have to pick something else. Well I guess Santa Claus sucks then! Needless to say I was sad for the whole day and didn’t want to play. On the second day of my lethargy and sadness over the fact that I won’t find my own shopping cart under the Christmas tree, my female master had enough of that and said “I cannot watch him like that anymore” and told my male master to grab me, my carry-bag and go outside somewhere…
It was freaking cold outside and we even managed to cross the stop so we had to change trains on the bus. I did not care at all. I didn’t really feel the cold in my carry-bag but my masters were getting their faces frozen. When we arrived at the giant furniture store, I became even more toxic. Damnit I was expecting giant zoo or shop for pets, not wierd furniture store where I cannot even “design” my own items – boooring. Or maybe they want to buy a small table which I would be able to “improve” according to my artistic sensibility?
I became curious. But after leaving the first floor, where I couldn’t bite anything even once, the second meh-mood arrived. After finding out that we are going to the lower level, I became as toxic as other guys who had to accompany their dear loved females. I resigned and let myself to be carried on my male masters shoulder like a 10kg feather and in my mind I was counting steps to the exit.
It all changed when my female master ran around the corner and in the few second came back with a small shopping CART!? Out of joy I nearly jumped out of the carry-bag (yeah, I cannot do that) when I saw the cart and I kept my cool and just grunted and lowered my ears. I think the cart was specially designed for me as it was so cute and small. I was able to just fit in with my carry-bag and we could set off.
In the section with stuffed animals I grabbed my new rattle toy, which is now the second best thing right after the vanilla bone. And so I was driving this small cart like a king drives his carriage, while my masters were looking for the items to buy. (It took them ages, but I didn’t mind at all for some reason.) Everyone around me was obviously jelly as jello and kept poking other people to notice that the king Tokki is coming through. The more adventurous even talked or waved to me, it was really nice. So in the end, my female master found a Tokki-friendly place where I can actually drive in the cart… legally. Thank you IKEA Czech Republic for making happy not only people but even their four-legged paw friends.
