I'm so upset I can hardly write about it, but I think maybe this is one of those things that it is just better to get off of my chest.

Yesterday, the boss man was doing Dog's Work and was volunteering for the Lexington Humane Society.  (Adopt a dog.)  Since I am an advocate of such important work, I didn't really even mind that he came home 92 minutes past lunch time (well, okay, I might have been a little unhappy).  Still, helping raise money to benefit all of those animals is a good thing so I let it slide.

After lunch, he was telling me about his morning.  He was telling me how he was working at a concession stand selling sodas, popcorn, chips, ice cream, coffee and hotdogs.  So of course, I ask him "Why didn't you bring me any hotdogs?"  Also, "Don't you know that I LOVE hotdogs?"  He didn't respond at first then he sheepishly told me about how there were some "bad" hotdogs (his words, not mine) that were thrown away. 

Sorry, I had to take a minute to compose myself again. 

So I had to ask "Were they burned into ash?"  I couldn't think of anything short of that that would make them bad.  He isn't that bad of a cook so I thought that maybe someone else was cooking.  Well, what he told me next was just horrible.  He told me that a couple of people (not even most people) were complaining that they were a little mushy. 

Well, you can imagine what happened next.  I gave him the what for - no, I gave him the what eight.  He should really know better.  I LOVE hotdogs.  I would have done all of my very best tricks for hotdogs.  Texture isn't even a small consideration to me.  I would have done all of my very best tricks four or five times over for hotdogs.  I would have made up new tricks for hotdogs. 

And he let somebody throw them away. 

And even if he didn't bring them home to me, he should have thought about all of those poor dogs that haven't found a home yet.  I don't know any of them personally, but I'm certain that they would have enjoyed them and that it would have been a very special treat for them.

But I am a dog.  And what is more, I am a good dog.  So then I did what I had to do - I forgave him.   I just hope he never makes the same mistake again.

Well, my boss ma'am is ready for snuggling so I have to go.  Have a great day filled with lots (and lots) of hotdogs (and other tasty things)!

Peace, out.

Little Bit