You might think that as the sister of the blog creator that I would be able to come up with a celebration of my mediocrity fairly easily. The truth is that I find it harder than my brother to admit my own complacency. I may be mediocre in many facets of my life… but, admitting my mediocrity is the problem. Well, I recently got a dose of reality.
Let me take you back to Thanksgiving break, a time to celebrate family and food. One very important member of the family is my dog, Ralph, who definitely celebrates food. A little turkey scrap here, a piece of buttered roll there. Not to mention the extra bowl of dog food that my parents put down for their dog, Zoey. What can you expect from a dog with Lab in him? All of this extra grub must have sent Ralph over the edge. In the middle of the celebration my Dad informed me that Ralph had errr... left a present for them in their bedroom (hint: it starts with “p” and ends with “p”)
Not a big deal, right? He is not used to being away from home. All of this extra food upset his stomach. He is distracted by family and friends. He is only a little over a year old. He NEVER does this! I swear!
As I recount this story to my boyfriend a week later he smirks and nods through my explanations and justifications. Then, silence.
A few minutes later he says, “Your dog shits in my parents’ house every time we go over there.”
“Every time!?”
“Every time.”
Sigh. Should I even try to explain to you the excellence of Ralph’s retrieving skills? His loyalty and affection? No, I think it is time for me to admit the mediocrity of at least part of my dog training skills. Honestly, I am not that disappointed in the discovery. After all, just look at this picture of Ralph. You would have been blinded, too.
Jaclyn Rose, UMW 07, Ralph also peed in Greg's truck
I find it curious that his parents have never felt comfortable enough to mention this to you. I also wonder how Hank did mention it--was it a funny thing, a serious thing, a tragic thing, or the consumate inconsidereate thing? Did he take it personaly? How did the dog deal with the attention? I've got to believe that he did it so that you might have Blog content. Thank God we no longer keep our ivestock in the house during the winter. See you soon.
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