When I first heard that Mr. Chewy delivered pet treats and food to your home, I said to myself, “Who’d want to get 35 pounds of dog food in the mail?”
You see, I had not yet embraced my identity as a car-free person.
Then I had an “aha” moment.
Death in the afternoon—just to buy some kibble
Honey needed some kibble. And I began to consider what it would take for me to buy it.
We have a fabulous, locally-owned pet supply store that specializes in high quality foods. Unfortunately it’s located near a busy, 5 point intersection. I’ve felt like I’ve taken my life in my hands when I’ve driven there.
Now I imagine balancing my bike in the left lane with my signaling arm out while oncoming traffic rushes down the hill. I see myself dividing the 35 pound bag into two smaller bags so I can balance my panniers. Or how about standing on my pedals trying to drag the extra weight of the Doggy Ride bike trailer out into the road?
Good times. Good times.
So when Mr. Chewy sent me an email offering me a coupon code for some product if I would review their shipping, I thought, “The gods have spoken.”
I ordered a 35 pound bag of dog food and a small bag of treats.
A danger-free delivery
I knew from reading reviews at some of my favorite blogs that I should expect fast shipping. But I was curious about how a heavy bag of food would be handled.
The treats arrived first—two days after I ordered them. They were cushioned in crumpled paper and came in their own shipping box.
The next day I came home to find a hip-high cardboard box on my front porch. Mr. Chewy came through.
Carrying the kibble inside felt much less dangerous than dodging traffic on my bike.
Of course, the delivery driver could be out for revenge for the hernia he got carrying Honey’s kibble up on the porch.
Mr. Chewy offered me a coupon code worth $50 to try their service and shipping.