The Dog’s “Pets”

My dog, Joy, seems to think that any bug that makes it into the house is her new, special friend. She gets upset if I take the fly swatter and send one of her new friends to “bug heaven”. I try not to kill one around her. I do have the house treated and the few times I see a critter, it is upside down on its back with feet in the air dying.

I saw one like that yesterday. Joy laid on the futon and when she saw me notice it, she displayed her worried eyes and watched me as I started to finish it off and dispose of it. In respect to her feelings, I thought I’d play a little fetch with her first and then when she went to take a nap, I’d escort her friend to a better place.

Everything was going well and she was happily chasing the tennis ball down the hall a few times. The last time she came back with it, she dropped it in the floor near the bug. “Bring it to ME!” I told her. She mischieviously began to roll it with her paw. The next thing I knew, she had rolled that tennis ball over the mostly dead bug, and the bug had latched onto the ball and came rolling head over heels towards me. It finally fell off just before the ball got to me. It landed on its back and started wiggling its legs in the air. That was it!

I grabbed the fly swatter and finished beating the thing to death. I glanced at Joy who had sulked off towards the futon and looked upset with me.

I got a papertowel and cleaned up the mess. I put it in the trashcan.

I assured her she’d have another little friend one day. She still didn’t want to have anything to do with me.

Next time I’ll just toss the ball in a room and close the door when she goes in to get it, and then finish off any bug she thinks is her own special pet. I had no idea she’d give that bug a ride on her tennis ball and still wonder if she did it on purpose?

About msplayful

I am someone who finds life humorous and often share my views with friends and co-workers. Since I've been told I should be a stand-up comedian, I thought I'd see how well I could do at writing funny things that happen, or that happen in my head.
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