Today I'm going to tell you one of the most embarrassing stories that I have in my little collection of red faced moments. First, you need to know that I'm incredibly awkward and naive, two things that work together to make me very hard to embarrass. On this particular day, however, the cards all lined up to hand me a doozy.
In 2009, I adopted Holly from the S.P.C.A here in St. John's. At the time, I was lucky enough to work at a place that allowed me to take my dogs to work, which was perfect because I had a lot of training to do. Holly wasn't interested in learning to pee outside, or play ball, or fetch. Why would she be? I mean, when you can pee on plush carpeting indoors and someone can get the ball themselves, why would you do it any other way? I had to start leaving Holly at home with Boyfriend because she liked to pee in the shop occasionally, and partake in what seemed like a free buffet (I worked at a dog food and retail shop).
On this weekday morning, however, I decided that I would bring Holly to work with me. Most mornings are fairly slow, so I thought it would be a great chance to teach my little fuzz face how to act while at work. I couldn't believe it, she was perfect; when she had to pee, she went by the door and waited, when she wanted to play, she was patient while I did other things. She even explored around the shop on her own (which was amazing because she normally wouldn't leave my side).
After about an hour or so of just myself and Holly fiddling around, the first customer of the day came in. He was a really good looking guy who was close to my age, and he had a lot of questions. Here's where I made my first mistake; I took my eyes off of Holly. I didn't think anything of her wandering off, I mean, she'd been exploring all morning and she'd been so well behaved. I just focused on the customer. He asked about a million questions, picked out stuff to buy, and I got it all ready at the cash. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Holly come down the stairs that lead to the bathroom. "Oh good, I thought, there she is, she's fine." She bypassed me and ran straight for Hot Customer. The rest happened in slow motion. He smiled at the sight of her, she jumped to greet him. He looked down inquisitively at her, and she excitedly passed him something. His face went white, and Holly ran over to me. He walked up to the counter, said "your dog gave this to me, I think it's yours", and handed me a used tampon.
I learned a lot that day; Always keep an eye on your pets; Always buy garbage containers with lids; and hope to God that Boyfriend never leaves, because there's no way my dog is ever going to help me get another man. I gave up on trying to teach Holly how to fetch. I think I'm too scared to see what she might bring back.
Hugs and poops,
Nichole
In 2009, I adopted Holly from the S.P.C.A here in St. John's. At the time, I was lucky enough to work at a place that allowed me to take my dogs to work, which was perfect because I had a lot of training to do. Holly wasn't interested in learning to pee outside, or play ball, or fetch. Why would she be? I mean, when you can pee on plush carpeting indoors and someone can get the ball themselves, why would you do it any other way? I had to start leaving Holly at home with Boyfriend because she liked to pee in the shop occasionally, and partake in what seemed like a free buffet (I worked at a dog food and retail shop).
On this weekday morning, however, I decided that I would bring Holly to work with me. Most mornings are fairly slow, so I thought it would be a great chance to teach my little fuzz face how to act while at work. I couldn't believe it, she was perfect; when she had to pee, she went by the door and waited, when she wanted to play, she was patient while I did other things. She even explored around the shop on her own (which was amazing because she normally wouldn't leave my side).
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I learned a lot that day; Always keep an eye on your pets; Always buy garbage containers with lids; and hope to God that Boyfriend never leaves, because there's no way my dog is ever going to help me get another man. I gave up on trying to teach Holly how to fetch. I think I'm too scared to see what she might bring back.
Hugs and poops,
Nichole
LMAO!! Oh my..... great story. Just typical Holly, eh? :)
ReplyDeleteThere have been so many moments like this. This is why I don't agree with people when they say that animals don't do things for spite. ha ha
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