On the appointed day, I arrived with Bootsie to the mall, and was dismayed to find myself in the back of a seemingly endless line. There were people from all walks of life with all variety of pets ahead of me. Boots and I stood in this line for a good 45 minutes.
Finally, we made it to the front. A small woman, dressed head to toe as an elf, came walking toward us, and I obediently handed Bootsie over to her as she requested. She stood there, this elf, holding my dog....perhaps holding her a bit too tight, and in the next instant, Bootsie had seen fit to pee all down the front of the elfs clothing. Now, the elf--a look of abject disgust clearly etched onto her elfish face, stood there holding Bootsie out at arms length, and did in fact carry her in this manner all the way over to Santa Paws. "Watch out," she warned him, "She's a pee-er."
Santa Paws, a bit on the overly confident side, took li'l Boots onto his lap, and Bootsie proceeded to "give him what for" and bit his gloved Santa hand. So unlike her!! Immediately filled with remorse, Bootsie struggled in Santa Paws lap, trying her darndest to reach up and give Santa Paws an "I'm sorry I chomped you" apology kiss on the cheek. Boots wiggled this way. Boots wiggled that way. She squirmed and squirmed, growing increasingly frustrated that Santa Paws was not accomodating her wish to apologize. While this "battle of the wills" was being waged, the photographer was frantically trying to grab Bootsie's attention w/ a squeaky toy. The elf stood off to the side, arms folded across her soaking wet chest, scowling and shaking her head in disapproval.
And then suddenly, Bootsie paused briefly in her struggles to turn and give the photographer (who was apparently annoying her) her best "mad dog" face, and in that instant the flash of the flash bulb illuminated a Kodak moment. With the flash came the sound of cheers and applauds from every person in that huge line and other curious onlookers. I tell you, I didn't know wether to laugh or to cry!
About a week later, I got a letter in the mail from Santa Paws' photographer. It said that the roll of film which had the pic of Bootsie on it had been defective, and they expressed their sincerest apologies.
(If you ask me & Bootsie, though, we think it's the handiwork of one miffed little elf!)
This is a true story. Just wanted to share it w/you all, and I hope you enjoyed reading it, as I always enjoy recalling this memory!
(Oh yes, Bootsie still has a penchant to pee in this inappropriate way, should the mood strike her! Whenever anyone comes over to our house, the first thing that comes out of my mouth is usually, "Don't greet the dog. Don't touch the dog. In fact, please do not even look at the dog." She gets too excited if they greet her w/ any enthusiasm matching her own! (Think, "Oh Boy-Oh Boy-Oh Boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..........Uh-Oh.")!
Sometimes she will roll over onto her back. Some people say this is what a dog does to display it's submissiveness....I, however, think that Bootsie just wants a comfortable position in which to gaze up and get a good view of our visitor! And should she get all revved up and happy in this position.....well...need I say more!?
Lol, bath time!
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