For those that are new, Blanche is the made up name of my real dog. I’ve recently introduced her to the Super Cringe series on my blog. Super Cringe is the alter ego of my pen name. I probably should have suggested you take a seat before you tip toe into my thought process, sometimes it gets surprisingly deep in the shallow end. Anyway, if you’re still here, thanks. Here’s a recent conversation:
Blanche: (Super excited greets the family at the door. All 90 pounds of her is wiggling with joy) Oh my God your back! I was so worried, you’ve been gone for like a year, I thought you deserted me.
Super Cringe: I told you we were going away for a few days. We missed you too buddy!
Blanche: WWhaaaat – why do I smell dogs. G-damn it you were with other dogs.
Super Cringe: It’s true we stayed with friends and they have two dogs.
Blanche: (Stands up on back two legs, crosses her front arms in front of her chest) Right and I’m supposed to be OK with that….you should have taken me.
Super Cringe: We can’t take you on a plane, you don’t even like going in the car. Seriously you are the only dog I ever met that doesn’t enjoy sticking her head out the window. What’s up with that?
Blanche: I would have gone on the plane. I could have pulled off the therapy dog thing. I have a sensitive nose the window thing is too much.
Super Cringe: You’re 90 pounds I can’t stick you under the seat in front of me, you aren’t a lap dog.
Blanche: I would be a lap dog, you won’t let me.
Super Cringe: You are 5′ 3″ when you stand on your back legs. I’m pretty sure the cut off for lap dogs is 3′ 6″ on hind legs.
Blanche: That sounds totally made up.
Super Cringe: Maybe…
Blanche: And stop tossing my weight around. Do you want me to start telling everyone how much you weigh?
Super Cringe: I don’t even know what I weigh, how would you know?
Blanche: I know stuff. The squirrel that was eating the molding, he gotten taken out by one of the hawks.
Super Cringe: Really! Wow, what else ya got?
Blanche: The UPS guy has a sinus infection and the neighbors kid was doing laps in our driveway again.
Super Cringe: You are a fountain of knowledge. You want a belly rub?
Blanche: Yeah, I want a belly rub (assumes the belly rub position).
Super Cringe: We cool?
Blanche: Yeah, we’re good, a little to the right.
Super Cringe: (sighs) I wish every relationship was this easy.