Excuses Your Handler Uses. Or “Trying to find an explanation for your loser skills”
I was representing the Small and Sniffy at a scenting demo in Mississauga this weekend and while I was my usual sensational self, the Human Half was decidedly not. The list of excuses she rolled out was both appalling and pathetic. I’m giving you a sample of them and how to respond.
- I worked the overnight shift and I haven’t had any sleep.
Oh please. Cry me a river. While you were lounging around at work, I was stuck on the big bed with my brothers who are morons. My beauty sleep was impacted. But notice *I* managed to shine.
- It’s cold and my arthritis is bad.
Really? This old chestnut? Let me call the Wahmbulance. I had to sleep on the pillow with a mutt butt in my face. Imagine MY suffering. Arthritis arschmitis.
- I haven’t had enough coffee. I can’t function without caffeine
Perhaps you need an intervention. A residential treatment facility. Or maybe you should just woman up like I do and get with the program.
- I’m old. I’m not as fast with my hands or my feet as I used to be.
OK. Well, I can’t argue with this one. You are, in fact, old. A moldy old fig. The last torn leaf on the tree. The bloom is off your rose. The avocado has gotten too ripe. Fortunately, my youth is eternal and I covered for us both.
Don’t let your human haul out these sad justifications for inadequate handling. I mean, how hard can it be to do this? We do all the work, they are just there to……I don’t know….do something. Hang onto the leash so it doesn’t get tangled or something. Personally, I think it’s all to make them feel like they have some relevance in the world, but that’s another whole discussion.
As always, my struggles are your humour.
Sniffer Pug.