Bonehead of the Month Award

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.