Now I’m not positive, but I believe it is a residency requirement in Maine that everyone, dogs included, need to eat so many pounds of lobster per year. This rule especially holds true for Mainers who choose to spend their vacations in their home state as well. Ok, I may be wrong. However, I didn’t want to take any chances of having my Mom and Dad incarcerated for neglect of duty. Therefore, I was determined during our recent vacation to do anything to get lobster for dinner! Even if that meant dressing Asa up in a foolish lobster costume.
Come on, who could possibly say no to that goofy face? Mom and Dad that’s who! Come on Dad, I see how excited you get over the mere mention of lobster. Heck, you don’t get nearly as excited over bacon, and my friend Crimson tells me bacon is the ambrosia of the gods! So lobster must truly be a mind blowing experience! But despite all of Asa’s posing in that ridiculous costume all we got was a new squeaky lobster toy!
As we walked back to the beach cottage, tail between my legs, I knew I had to break out the big guns, and resort to desperate measures. I had to wear the lobster costume! Surely if I put it on Mom will realize how serious I am about my quest for lobster. After all I’m risking complete humiliation with photos that will haunt me the rest of my life, just for a taste of that delicious Maine delicacy.
There I painfully posed for photo after photo in that ridiculous costume. Then it finally happened. Dad took pity on me and said I could have lobster! Yet just when I thought my plan had worked…that I would finally taste lobster…Dad tricked me! I didn’t want hard shell lobster! I wanted lazy dog lobster out of the shell!
You may have won this round Mom and Dad, but mark my words, someday I WILL EAT LOBSTER!