And the “Bonehead of the Month” Award goes to….drumroll,
please…Me! Yes, that’s right, I earned
it fair and square. No one else was even
close.
What did I do to win this coveted award, you ask? Well, allow me tell the tale.
It was a normal Monday.
Nothing out of the ordinary. My
she-human picked me up from doggie daycare on this fine day, after I spent a
full day running off excess energy that I did not get to use over the weekend,
due to torrential rains and gusty winds.
I seemed tired when she put me in the car and headed home, but I was
just fooling her. As she relaxed and
settled in for the drive, she rolled down the window a bit to let me hang my
head out for some fresh air. Little did
she know what I had in store for her.
Savor this first and only picture of me hanging my head out the window
As she turned into our neighborhood, I spied a little white
teacup something or other dog strolling along with her she-human. Have I mentioned my affection for little
dogs? I love ‘em; can’t get enough of ‘em. I was smitten. Before my she-human could register what was
happening, I sprung from the confines of the vehicle. Love cannot be denied. You read that right; I jumped right out the
window of a moving car. After rolling
several times in the street, I sprung to my able paws and casually ambled over to that
adorable white miniature animal to greet her.
For some odd reason, both my she-human and hers were agog as
if something was amiss. In fact, both of
them were examining me for injuries, but I could focus on nothing other than
the little fairy creature before me. I
felt no pain – only excitement and amour for this white whisp of a canine. Oh, sweet Cupid, was this the woman for me?
Our introduction was but a stitch in time. I didn’t even catch her name before I was lead
back to the car by my now shaking she-human.
Why was she trembling? Was she
just as excited as I was to meet my new love?
No, that couldn’t be it. She
barely even looked at my white maiden while she was checking me over and, for
some unknown reason, apologizing profusely to my new girl’s owner. In fact, now that I think about it, why was
she apologizing to the other woman? She
should be apologizing to me for steering me away from romance. Love has been denied and it’s all her fault.
Alas, I shall eat my dinner and take a big nap while
dreaming of my sweet white princess and savoring my prestigious award. What is a “Bonehead” anyway?
Until next time, my friends, happy tails.
