Best Mother’s Day Gift – Ever

Not to brag, but I totally got Mom the BEST Mother’s Day gift – ever!  I’ve always been an awesome gift giver.  Way better than my brothers.  Would you believe Lemmy gave her a vacuum cleaner for Mother’s Day one year!  I was just a puppy at the time, but even I knew that was a silly gift.  I suggested Mom would much rather have a new tennis ball to play fetch with us, but did Lemmy listen?  Nope!  Poor Mom still feels obligated to use that vacuum, and to this day continues to tell her friends how good it is for picking up dog hair.

LWAG Vacuum for Mother's day

You can just see the embarrassment on my young face for being associated with this gift.

Even worse, for this Mother’s Day Asa decided to follow Lemmy’s lead and planted a tree for Mom – another one of Dad’s infamous stick trees, no less!  Why would Mom want a tree?!  It doesn’t even have branches to break off to chew.  Once again I made a better suggestion of squeaky toys as gifts, but Asa ignored me.  When Dad planted it last weekend, Mom put on a brave face by squealing with delight, and talked about how she can’t wait for it to someday be covered in apple blossoms like Lemmy’s tree.

Does this even look like a tree to you?

Does this even look like a tree to you?

But enough about Lemmy and Asa.  I’m a way better gift giver than them!  I don’t even remember what I gave Mom last year, but I know it must have been an awesome gift.  Hard to believe I topped that unknown gift with an even better one this year.  So without further ado, time for the big reveal – Mom, I’m giving you rain boots!  Now you can splash around in the puddles with us, and play fetch in the mud on rainy days.  I know, I know, I’m awesome, no need to thank me!

My gift is so awesome, I couldn't resist taking a selfie with the rain boots.

My gift is so awesome, I couldn’t resist taking a selfie with the rain boots.

[Editor’s Note: Chuck Billy, thank you for my paw print rain boots!  I look forward to playing with you and Asa on rainy days wearing boots that don’t leak.  But I couldn’t help but notice a few other charges on my credit card for squeaky toys and tennis balls?!]

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Chuck Billy is a Golden Retriever, living in Southern Maine, who likes to share his unique observations on life with his little brother Asa. When not writing his blog, he spends his days being awesome.

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