See this hideous dog figurine?
Horrible, huh? Well, this thing has been haunting me (and a few others) for years.
Flashback to high school: My sister, Melissa, my best friend, Krissy, and I were at home watching my mom clean out a closet. Okay, so we probably weren’t “watching her clean out a closet” as in sitting there staring at her, but she was cleaning out a closet and we were all somewhere close by. Bored, apparently.
Krissy spots this dog sculpture and says some comment about how ugly it is. My mom tells us it belonged to my great grandmother Elisabeth (where my middle name comes from) and she doesn’t really like it, but it’s her grandmother’s and she can’t get rid of it.
Next thing you know, we’re hiding the ugly dog somewhere in the house. A day or two later, my mom finds it and hides it in one of our bedrooms (it’s been 14 years, I forget some of the details…). This goes on and on for a while.
Present Day: It might be missing for months and then it randomly pops up somewhere you least expect it. What started as a high school prank, has morphed into four grown women hiding this stupid thing and then just waiting for someone to find it. It’s quite fun.
One morning in June, I stopped by Krissy’s house to visit (“visit”…does that make me sound old?). That’s when she struck…I just didn’t know it until a couple days later when Chris pulled the dogs out of Elliott’s toy box in the car and said, “What is this?” with a disgusted look on his face.
Since then I’ve been biding my time, just waiting for the perfect opportunity…and now it’s here.
I recently hosted a Thirty-One Gifts party at my house and Krissy ordered some things. She just returned from Florida this week and hasn’t been by to pick up her stuff yet. But when she does, hidden in a large bag (that I know she won’t open until she’s home), BOOM. Green dogs.
And the game continues…