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| LOOK DOWN, DO YOU SEE ME NOW? |
Ok, I know this is not
football season as the potato chips in my house are scarce. I just have to tell
you a little story, but I warn you, there is some violent content involving me
potentially needing medical treatment.
The other night, as I was racing to my closet/pantry to leisurely scarf
my dinner, my body accidentally connected with my Dad’s foot as he was handing
out food to another dog. It was a moment out of a movie where I looked like a
small Chihuahua football. My Dad was horrified that he had hurt me and I should
have milked the situation for some sympathy or attention, but my food was in the closet, so I proceeded to my
original course and ate my food. I wasn’t hurt, but it is a reminder to all
little dog owners. We are small, your feet are big. We do not want to be a
football or a soccer ball or even a golf ball. Look down all the time. Know
that we are going to change directions a gazillion times and it will never make
sense to you. We will be under your feet when you least expect it and we know
better, but we can’t help ourselves. I guess I should just speak for myself,
but I think the other little dogs are similar even if they won’t admit it. I
act like a big dog. There, I said it. Inside of me is a big dog and I am not
ashamed! Now that we have that settled, I have decided to wear a helmet and
body armor at dinner time, just in case.
Chuck
Touchdown!
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