My mum has poor vision. I go to their house 4 or 5 times each week. Before going, I always ask her if she needs anything from the village. So the story goes like this:
Could you pick up some dog treats , I am completely out.
Next phone call: never mind the dog treats, I found a package of them.
Next phone call: you better pick up some treats, the dog hates them.
So I pick up some treats and go up to their house.
I take a look at what she thought were dog treats, turns out they were peanuts in the shell she had bought for the squirrel. No wonder the dog didn't like them.
I thought it was hilarious.
