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Zoomies & Purr, 2868 Vista Boulevard #106, Sparks, NV (2026)

09/06/2026

Apparently the dads have gathered up a bunch of perfectly delicious food and treats, slapped 50% OFF on them, and put them all on one table like nobody in this building understands the financial consequences of letting pet people near half-price snacks.

I checked. This is real.

We’ve got goodies from The Honest Kitchen, Fussie Cat, FirstMate, Badlands Ranch, NutriSource, Open Farm and more, all 50% off while they last.

Honestly, this is the perfect time to grab something your dog or cat has been wanting to try without committing full-price money to the experiment. Maybe they discover their new favorite food. Maybe they become obsessed with a treat you’ve been walking past for six months. Maybe your cat sniffs it once, looks personally offended, and you remember why cats should never be allowed to make financial decisions.

Either way… HALF OFF. 😂

The selection is constantly changing and once something is gone, it’s gone. So come dig through Harry’s Bargain Buffet before somebody else finds the good stuff.

📍 Zoomies & Purr — D’Andrea Shopping Center, next to Safeway

09/06/2026

Yesterday really should have been a mess. Our Friday truck never showed up, special orders were delayed, we were missing some things we expected to have, and the dads spent a good part of the day trying to look calm while mentally considering whether it might be easier to fake our deaths and open a candle shop in Carson City.

Megan, meanwhile, just did what Megan does. If somebody needed something we were out of, she found another option. Questions about food? She talked it through. Wanted to try something different? She had ideas. She worked her magic all day and made it look so easy that you could almost forget our missing truck was probably somewhere outside Fernley smoking ci******es behind a casino and pretending it had never heard of us.

And somehow, despite all of it, we had a GREAT day.

People came in, people shopped, people tried new things, and our customers rolled with us. It was one of those days that reminds you how lucky we are to have the people we do around this little store.

Then we made the mistake of telling Harry how good the sales were.

He stared at the numbers for a few seconds, looked around the store and quietly said, “I did this.”

No, Harry. You absolutely did not.

By bedtime he had promoted himself to CEO, Chief Marketing Officer and Senior Vice President of Meat-Based Acquisitions. He fired Paul twice even though Paul does not work for him, requested a company car and Googled whether Forbes has ever put a Bernedoodle on the cover. Around 10:30 he demanded to see the financials, so we handed him a goat milk cookie. He studied it for several minutes and announced that margins looked strong.

This morning he arrived ready to begin what he is calling his “executive era.” He has no pants on, has already licked himself in front of management, and apparently thinks the area in front of the treat wall is now his corporate office.

If you’re wondering what that looks like, please see today’s photo.

Harry is the one in front looking like he just acquired three companies and is waiting for CNBC to call.

Trixie is sitting behind him looking like she knows he ate something out of the garbage 20 minutes ago.

Megan is thankfully off today and tomorrow, which means she has no idea Harry has promoted himself above her and scheduled a “Tuesday leadership alignment meeting.”

He has already started notes.

“Excellent with customers. Strong product knowledge. Works well under pressure. Needs to show more respect for senior management.”

HE IS TALKING ABOUT HIMSELF.

Yesterday she helped save our butts while our truck was off reenacting The Hangover somewhere in Nevada, and today a 30-pound dog who occasionally gets p**p stuck in his fur is preparing her performance review.

This is where we are as a company.

Trixie has been appointed Vice President of Corporate Espionage. Ronaldo, Harry’s emotional-support stuffed Highland cow, is now running Human Resources because Harry says he “has a trustworthy face.” Ronaldo is stuffed, but Harry pointed out that this makes him less likely to leak confidential information.

Unfortunately, that was a decent argument.

There was also some sort of executive meeting this morning involving synergy, fourth-quarter growth and a proposal to increase beef-heart availability in the break room. Harry has already selected a shelf for what he is calling the “Executive Protein Initiative.”

At this point, the stuffed cow may be the most stable member of senior leadership.

So while Harry continues his hostile takeover of a company he does not own, the dads are here today doing what we normally do. We’re open 9–6, the store is full of great food, treats, chews and plenty of alternatives, and if the thing you normally buy happens to be one of the things that should have been on Friday’s missing truck, come talk to us. We’ll help you find something that makes sense for your pet, answer your questions and send you home with samples whenever we can.

And seriously, thank you to everyone who came in yesterday. Megan worked her magic, the dads survived, our customers were amazing, and Harry took credit.

Judging by the photo, he has no intention of giving it back.

That is not the face of a dog who thinks he works here.

That is the face of a dog who thinks WE work for HIM.

And judging by Trixie’s face, she has already contacted an attorney.

Happy Sunday, everyone. 😂🐾

Zoomies & Purr
D’Andrea Shopping Center, next to Safeway
Open today 9–6

09/05/2026

I have apparently been given no holds barred access to Zoomies & Purr social media today with very little adult supervision, so today we’re doing ASK HARRY MANILOW.

Ask me anything. And I mean anything. Trying to figure out how to tell Aunt Verna the Labor Day BBQ was suddenly canceled, but only for her because nobody likes her green Jell-O salad and you need help keeping her away? I can help. Need a tactful way to tell Uncle Ted that if he’s going to keep doing cannonballs into the pool, somebody needs to Gorilla Glue that toupee down before it lands in the macaroni salad again? This is exactly the type of work I was born to do.

And yes, pet questions are absolutely allowed. Wondering why your dog will eat something unidentifiable off the sidewalk but suddenly acts like you’ve poisoned him when you change his kibble? Need to know whether your cat is actually plotting your death or just looking at you like that for recreational purposes? Trying to figure out why your dog has a $90 orthopedic bed but still sleeps folded in half behind the toilet? Bring me those too.

As you can see, I borrowed Paul’s glasses for the photo so everyone would understand that I am taking this very seriously. I have also brought in Ronaldo, my emotional support Highland cow, in case any of your questions become too complicated, legally questionable, or involve more family drama than one Bernedoodle should reasonably be expected to process before lunch.

Ronaldo has no training either, but he has horns, which somehow makes him feel more qualified.

Family feuds, questionable neighbors, dating disasters, pet problems, BBQ emergencies, mildly unethical ways to get out of social obligations, or why your cousin has brought the same damn seven-layer dip to every family gathering since 1998. Bring it to me.

I have no degree, no license, no attorney, no concept of consequences and absolutely nothing to lose except afternoon snack privileges.

Drop your question in the comments. Ronaldo and I will be answering them today until the dads realize what they’ve done and change the password.

— Harry Manilow

09/05/2026

I put on my official hat because I have questions for Sparks, and apparently I am now paying people to answer them.

I see dogs EVERYWHERE, which means all of you are buying pet food somewhere. So help me out:

Where are you buying it? Name names. I’m wearing a hat, so this is clearly official.
What are you buying? Brand, recipe, bag size — I need the whole story.
What are you paying? Approximately. I am not the IRS.
What rewards or free-bag deals do you get? I need to know what kind of competition I’m dealing with.
Do they deliver for free, or are you still hauling giant bags around yourself?
Why do you keep shopping there? Price? Habit? Convenience? Rewards? Emotional attachment to aisle four?
And the big one: if you do not shop at Zoomies & Purr, what would actually make you give us a try?

Be honest. I can take it. I am a 30-pound Bernedoodle in an official-looking hat with absolutely no qualifications for market research.

Answer in the comments, screenshot your answers, and show us the screenshot the next time you come into Zoomies & Purr. I’ll put $5 in Zoomies Rewards credit on your reward account for your cooperation.

Yes, I am now buying neighborhood intelligence.

The hat has gone to my head.

— Harry Manilow

09/04/2026

Quick update from Zoomies & Purr: we got some unfortunate news this afternoon. Today’s delivery truck is apparently under the weather. As you can see, Harry immediately rushed to its bedside and has been overseeing its medical care ever since. We’re told the prognosis is good, although Harry has already eaten everything in the vending machine and asked three nurses whether the truck’s insurance covers emotional support snacks.

In the real, considerably less ridiculous version of events, our supplier had to cancel today’s delivery because the driver is sick. They’ve rescheduled us for Monday, when another driver will bring the truck up to us.

We may run out of a few things this weekend, but please don’t assume that means we don’t have something great for your dog or cat. Our shelves and freezers are still full of options, and this is actually a perfect time to come talk to us about something we’re big believers in: rotation.

If you’ve been thinking about rotating proteins, formulas, textures or even brands but weren’t sure where to start, come see us. We can help you find alternatives that make sense for your animal and explain why having some variety in their diet can be beneficial. It also means one sick truck doesn’t have the power to completely ruin your pet’s weekend. 😂

For anyone waiting on a special order that was supposed to arrive today, we’re sorry, but those items will now be here Monday as well.

In the meantime, Harry will remain at the truck’s bedside until further notice. We have asked him not to attempt surgery. No one is particularly confident he listened.

09/04/2026

Harry Manilow here. I have been reviewing our social media numbers from the past week, and apparently there are now a whole bunch of you following this page who have never actually been inside Zoomies & Purr.

Excuse me?

You have spent DAYS following my employment disputes, watching Trixie become increasingly suspicious, witnessing the dads make one questionable management decision after another, and watching them ruffle a few local pet store feathers by doing outrageous things like actually thanking customers with extra rewards, little surprises and incentives for shopping small.

I know. Scandalous behavior.

Apparently there are establishments out there that prefer the traditional business model of taking your money, handing you a receipt and sending you back into society with absolutely no bonus snacks, extra points or emotional support whatsoever.

We are not those people.

Look at me in this photo. I have put on my collar. I have positioned myself on a table in the middle of a fall display like the regional manager of a roadside country store named after a barrel. I am surrounded by approximately $14,000 worth of pet food and enough artificial leaves to conceal a small woodland animal. I am READY TO RECEIVE THE PUBLIC.

So if you've been following my Adventures but haven't visited us yet, come see what all this nonsense actually looks like in person. Bring your dog. Bring your picky little cat's list of grievances. Come see our ridiculous number of freezers, check out Freshpet Vital, ask for samples, wander around and discover something you've never seen before, or ask the dads and Megan a nutrition question. They love those. Sometimes I give them a difficult one just to watch them scramble.

And I've decided we need to find out exactly how many of you have been secretly following along.

Come in today, walk up to the counter and say, “I'm here to investigate Trixie.”

That's it.

Do NOT elaborate.

The humans have been instructed to give your dog or cat a little treat. If they look confused, remain calm. They're not always included in upper management decisions.

Trixie will receive nothing because she is currently under investigation.

If you've been saying, “We really need to go check out Zoomies & Purr sometime,” congratulations. Sometime has arrived. We're in the D'Andrea Shopping Center next to Safeway, and despite everything you've read here, the humans are actually very nice.

I will also be accepting compliments regarding my fall display.

Complaints may be submitted directly to Trixie, where I assume they will immediately be forwarded to whichever competing pet store currently has her on payroll.

— Harry Manilow

09/03/2026

Good morning, everyone. Trixie here. Harry is at the groomer this morning because Dad and Megan put out the fall decorations at Zoomies & Purr and apparently that triggered a celebrity emergency.

Harry walked in, saw the pumpkins and immediately announced that Mariah Carey was defrosting. Nobody asked a follow-up question at first because we've all learned that sometimes it's better to let Harry finish whatever is happening in his head before getting involved. Unfortunately, I haven't lived here long enough to know that yet, so I asked what he meant.

Apparently Mariah is coming.

Not today. Not tomorrow. Harry doesn't actually know when. He just knows that once the pumpkins show up, the clock starts ticking. One minute everyone is enjoying fall and the next Mariah Carey is suddenly everywhere, Christmas has taken over the country and Harry feels he has somehow lost control of the narrative.

I told him Mariah Carey probably doesn't know there is a narrative involving him.

He said, “That's what makes her dangerous.”

This is why he's at the groomer.

The dads thought they had scheduled a normal bath and haircut. Harry informed them last night that this appointment is actually the beginning of what he is calling his “holiday readiness program.” There was a lengthy discussion about volume, facial framing and whether his finished look should say “beloved seasonal icon” or “international entertainer who has nothing left to prove.”

I suggested “clean dog.”

I am apparently no longer part of the creative team.

The strangest part is that Harry genuinely believes he and Mariah are competing for the same audience. According to him, she gets an enormous unfair advantage because she disappears for most of the year and then suddenly comes back around Christmas and everybody loses their minds.

Harry, meanwhile, would like it noted that he has been available continuously.

He has shown up all year. He has made public appearances. He has greeted customers. He has posed for photographs. He has maintained what he calls “a very demanding media schedule,” which appears to consist mostly of Dad taking pictures of him with a phone.

Yet nobody has ever referred to Harry as the King of Christmas.

This bothers him more than I think it should.

I made another mistake and suggested that perhaps the difference is that Mariah has an enormously famous Christmas song.

Harry got quiet.

Not regular quiet. Thinking quiet.

I would like to publicly apologize to the entire community because I'm fairly certain I just gave him an idea.

If anybody owns a recording studio, do not answer your phone.

Before Harry left this morning, he also instructed everyone not to post any photographs of him until after his grooming appointment because yesterday's pictures are now considered “pre-season Harry” and no longer accurately represent the brand.

This is the same animal I watched spend ten minutes trying to get a piece of cheese unstuck from the roof of his mouth.

There's a disconnect somewhere.

He also asked that nobody make a big deal when he comes back, which we've learned means the exact opposite. What Harry wants is to walk through the door freshly groomed while everyone casually stops what they're doing, notices him at approximately the same moment and reacts with the appropriate amount of surprise.

Too little enthusiasm and we'll hear about it all afternoon.

Too much enthusiasm and he'll pretend he's embarrassed while immediately turning sideways so everyone can see his profile.

There is no winning.

So if you're at Zoomies & Purr when Harry gets back today, just do your best. A small gasp would probably be appropriate. Maybe say, “Harry, is that you?” and give him a second to act like he hasn't spent the entire morning preparing for this exact moment.

I know September seems early for all of this, but according to Harry that's exactly what Mariah wants us to think.

As for Mariah, wherever she is right now, I hope she's enjoying the last few peaceful weeks of her year.

Harry's getting his hair done.

And apparently he has decided Christmas belongs to both of them now.

— Trixie

Acting Manager and unfortunate witness to a celebrity feud Mariah Carey has not been informed about

09/02/2026

Hi everyone. Trixie here.

Yesterday was my 8-month birthday.

You didn't know that, of course, because Harry decided not to tell you.

I initially assumed the dads forgot. That seemed reasonable. They're busy running a store, doing deliveries, ordering food, helping customers and spending a disturbing amount of their free time managing the emotional needs of a Bernedoodle who thinks he's one missed social media post away from becoming culturally irrelevant.

Then I found out Harry knew about my birthday the entire time.

This little fool saw me in a birthday dress. He saw the balloons. He saw the confetti. He watched me put on a sash that said 8 MONTHS OLD, then had the audacity to walk over to one of the dads and quietly ask, "Are we really doing a whole thing for this?"

Excuse me?

I have spent eight months watching this Bernedoodle demand applause for existing.

Harry gets a haircut and acts like the Met Gala just happened. A customer recognizes him at the store and we have to hear about it through dinner. Someone tells him he's handsome and suddenly he's standing sideways because apparently we all need to see his profile. The man has a BEST SIDE and four legs.

Last month he walked into the kitchen while I was eating and asked why nobody had announced him.

ANNOUNCED HIM TO WHO, HARRY? THE REFRIGERATOR?

So yes, I started digging.

That's when I found out he had intentionally buried my birthday because he didn't want me interfering with yesterday's fall post.

Apparently Harry was worried people might stop talking about him for six consecutive minutes and his beauty would start fading.

When I confronted him, he told me yesterday's post was "performing extremely well" and it would be irresponsible to divide the public's attention.

Sir.

You are a DOG in Sparks, Nevada.

Taylor Swift is not watching the engagement numbers.

Then he made his biggest mistake.

He told me, "You'll understand social media when you're older."

So anyway, I stole the password.

Harry discovered that about an hour ago.

I'd like everyone to know that watching a grown Bernedoodle repeatedly type his own name into a password box while becoming increasingly furious is one of the finest birthday gifts I've ever received.

HARRYMANILOW didn't work.

HARRYISFAMOUS didn't work.

THEMANILOW didn't work.

And my personal favorite, DOLLYKNOWSME, also did not work.

He is currently telling the dads that I have committed a federal crime. He wants the FBI contacted. He has demanded that Megan revoke my building access even though I do not have building access because, once again, WE ARE DOGS.

He also announced that until this matter is resolved he will be "working remotely."

He lives with me.

Where exactly are you going, Harry?

So since I finally have everyone's attention, I would like to officially announce that yesterday I turned 8 months old. I had a dress. I had balloons. I had confetti. I looked fantastic, and the only reason you're seeing the picture a day late is because I happen to share a home with a deeply insecure woodland creature who believes every camera within a 50-foot radius is legally required to point at him.

Happy 8 months to me. 🎂

And Harry?

You might want to be nicer to your little sister.

Because while I was looking for the Facebook password, I found the folder.

You know which folder.

— Trixie

09/01/2026

Well, it happened. Zoomies & Purr has officially started the fall changeover, and apparently nobody thought to consult me before turning my workplace into a pumpkin-infested autumn fever dream.

I came in expecting a normal day. I figured I’d inspect some treats, supervise the humans, maybe stare at a customer long enough to make them question every decision they’ve made since childhood. Instead, there are pumpkins starting to appear everywhere, decorative leaves reproducing without supervision, and Trixie and I have somehow been dressed like Wicked got its budget cut and started casting out of the D’Andrea Shopping Center.

Naturally, Trixie got Glinda. She has the pink dress, the crown, the wand, the sparkles, the whole production. She looks like she married money, poisoned him slowly, inherited the estate and now refers to the staff only by number. Meanwhile, I got Elphaba. Apparently somebody looked at my distinguished face and decided the best use of it was to make me look like I manage an abandoned haunted JoAnn Fabrics. I have never been more insulted in my life, and I once got called a Schnoodle.

Trixie has been waving that damn wand around ever since the photo shoot and the power has gone straight to her head. At one point she just pointed it at me and stared. She didn’t even say anything, which somehow made it worse. I don’t know what spell she cast, but my left eye has been twitching ever since.

The fall decorations are also spreading through the store like a seasonal fungal infection. I turned around for five minutes and another pumpkin appeared. Megan put one decoration on a shelf and somehow six fake leaves, a gourd and something covered in burlap manifested beside it. At this rate, by Friday there’s going to be a corn maze between the freezers and the register, Some guy named Gary will be selling c***r out of the back room, and somebody’s divorced aunt Shelby will be taking family photos in our parking lot.

I asked management where all of this ends and was told, “Harry, it’s just fall,” which is exactly the kind of thing people say right before somebody wheels in a seven-foot skeleton named Gerald and starts referring to him like he works here.

Trixie, of course, is thriving. She’s sitting there dressed like the wealthy widow of a suspiciously deceased candy manufacturer while I look like I can cure your gout with mushrooms and a jar of creek water. And it is SEPTEMBER. We haven’t even reached Halloween yet.

By October I fully expect Trixie to be accepting tribute near the freeze-dried treats while I’m outside stirring something illegal in a cauldron. So if you come into Zoomies & Purr this week and I’m flying through the store on a broom while Trixie demands payment from the peasants, please mind your business.

This place has gone to hell. Festively.

— Harry Manilow

P.S. If anyone asks, I wanted the pink dress. Trixie says I don’t have the hips for it. There will be consequences.

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