Hello! It’s me!
Sometimes it seems like the world is on fire. Blazing. Planet heating up. Book of Revelations bad. Jacksonville Jaguars kind of bad.
If you are like me, you have to turn off Facebook, CNN, and Food Network’s Holiday Baking Championships. You simply desire something more nourishing than the vapid emptiness, the empty calories associated with modern media consumption.
For me, that something is a veggie bone.
These things border on being succulent, until you look up the word “succulent” and realize that the word “juicy” is in the definition. So let’s just say that these things are delicious and addictive. Anything that is addictive can be stolen. Theft is a threat, no different than rusted metals or the dreaded Chupacabra.
Dad thoughtfully offers me a veggie bone every third day #calorieconscious. Immediately, I begin assessing the threat of theft.
It’s off to the races!
Oh God, Dad’s following me. DAD IS A THREAT. I decide to hide in the Master Bedroom.
I didn’t think that the bedroom was secure. I mean, no room is really secure! I needed to hide the veggie bone. But where?
Yeah, that’s the ticket. The couch!
Oh for the love of God, I dropped it.
Time for a new game plan. I picked up the veggie bone, and attempted to hide it in the other end of the couch – nobody will notice me there.
Nobody notices that I’m hiding it here … oh wait … Dad again!
STOP LOOKING … JUST STOP IT … STOP LOOKING.
It’s the old couch accessory gambit … set up a diversion with the pillow coupled with the effective shrouding of a blankie. That should work, right?
Nope. Time for Plan D.
STOP LOOKING AT ME – I’m trying to hide in this blankie, don’t you get it?
I sensed that Dad was going to keep hawking me – maintaining a constant and annoying threat. I needed to develop a game plan, a diversion. I plotted my next move.
And then, I “dashed” into the dining room. And while Dad looked at an abandoned blankie, I turned left and never looked back.
That, my friends, is how you avoid a dire threat. Via careful planning, swift decision making and a modicum of deception, I was able to enjoy my veggie bone in peace.
Oh Dash, you are just the BEST!!!!
Wow! You need a job! Too much time on your paws. Enjoy your bone. Auntie Janet
So now you’re a vegetarian??? What’s gonna happen when you finally hunt down your namesake Badger? Or God forbid, a “chupacabra”? Whatever happened to enjoying a good ol’ “Pup-R-Onie”? C’mon guy, man up. Next, you’ll be huggin’ trees instead of peeing on them.