I’ve about had it with those squeaky, yellow suppositories that pop up everywhere you look. Y’know. those minions?*
But I’ve come to a horrible realization. I’m a minion.
Are We Minions?
I strongly suspect that I’m a minion to my looks-sweet-but-is-really-a-villain dog.
No, really. Hear me out.
I know people call themselves their dogs’ owners. But I think we’re actually their henchmen (or women).
Ask yourself a few questions:
Do you find yourself doing your dog’s bidding?
Last night, Honey woofed to let me know she wanted something. I got up and opened the door to the back yard.
I got her a drink of water.
I opened the door so she could visit my sister and brother-in-law in another part of the house.
Finally, I had interpreted her wishes. The last I saw was her floofie tail heading out to socialize.
Do you do gross things your dog doesn’t want to do himself or herself?
I don’t know about you but I’ve been known to follow Honey around clutching a bag of her poop.
What could I be but a minion?
Does your dog have an evil plan?
Honey smelled great.
I had just washed her using gentle, all-natural, and $9 a bottle (gulp!) shampoo.
I got every soap-bubble out of her fur. I dried her off with a towel. I combed through the delicate hair on her ears so it wouldn’t frizz.
And her first move was to roll on the ground.
Not on the nice, smooth grass. Nope. Right on the one bare spot in the yard. Y’know, that was mostly dirt?
See what I mean? Pure evil.
And finally, ask yourself this.
If something horrible happened tomorrow to cause our dogs to go away, would we be lost until we found another one?
Yep, I thought so. You’re a minion too.
* If you live in a cave or are otherwise lucky enough not to know what a minion is, click here.
Thanks And Assorted Updates
I wanted to thank everyone so much for their well wishes for Honey when we announced she’d be facing surgery for a dumb little thing on her leg.
I especially appreciated reading about all kinds of bumps, lumps, and humps that were nothing serious. You see, in over 20 years with dogs, every such thing I’ve ever found has turned out to be serious.
So thank you so much. It really did turn my thoughts away from worst case scenarios.
Honey’s blood work came back good for Thursday’s surgery. I’m going to take it as encouragement that a simple blood screening didn’t reveal anything too worrisome.
Thursday or Friday, coincidentally, is when the final work should happen on the boat we’re buying. It’s the last major hurdle to clear before we take ownership and move aboard.
I don’t know how Honey’s operation will affect our plans. But hopefully we’ll have some nice pictures for you of Honey on her new home, even if she has a bandage on her leg in them.
And finally, I’m taking advantage of unlimited bandwidth to do some blog promotion.
If you want a pretty and easy way to keep up with the blogs you follow, check us out at Bloglovin. Use the bloglovin badge in the sidebar to sign up.
And I’m finally starting a Pinterest page for Something Wagging This Way Comes. If you’re a pinner, tell us where to find you in the comments.
After all, I’ll need something to do instead of worrying about Honey this Thursday.
You’re Turn: Do you ever feel like your dog’s minion?