My dog has been there with me through it all. She’s better than most humans I know: loyal, always listens, best cuddle buddy, never judges or criticizes, always happy to see me and appreciates the simple things in life. She also eliminates the need for a vacuum cleaner: she just hoovers everything up.
I try and spend as much time as I can with my dog, but oftentimes feel guilty during the summer when I leave her for an evening of frolicking and general merriment.
But every night when I come home, she’s there waiting, wagging her tail and ready to spoon up a storm. Because I’m irritated by most of the humans around me at this particular moment, today’s act is for her.
I decided to plan out a perfect day for my dog, as follows:
- Bake up a storm of home-made bacon fat doggy treats
- Hour-long belly rub (my hand is still numb)
- Crazy hallway runs
- Doggy playdate with the dreamy cocker spaniel from the 26th floor
- Pair of dirty socks to play with (the grosser the better!)
I had a few more things planned out, but this was the point where she blissfully passed out:
P.S. She woke up a few hours later, proceeded to chew up my $90 bra beyond recognition and then went right back to sleep. Ungrateful bitch!
Total Kindness Cost: $10 (for treat ingredients)
When is the last time you pampered your pet?