Needless to say, I objected strenuously to the accusations.
But despite my complaints, it was ruled that if I was going to continue acting as full time Administrative Assistant to Sister, part time Administrative Assistant to Ma and Pa, and a member in good standing in my family, a bath was required.
As I felt myself spiral into despair because of the ruling, something suddenly dawned on me: all the doggy spas are closed and it's too cold outside for my family to give me a hose-down in the driveway. So, if my family was truly serious about giving me a bath, they would have to wash me in the bathtub and I knew that there was no way they'd resort to that. My mood lightened. I wasn't getting a bath anytime soon.
Then the unseasonably cold and rainy spring turned warm and sunny for a single weekend. Yours truly got hosed down in the middle of the driveway.
Needless to say, I protested vigorously once it was over.
I was angry for a really long time. Most people don’t realize or appreciate how hard I work at becoming nice and stinky—a Grey Retriever rather than a Golden Retriever. And then, after reaching peak stinkiness, I am jumped by my family armed with a hose and a bottle of shampoo and suddenly I’m all gold and fluffy and smelling like some kind of flower. The only consolation I found during this entire experience was the fact that social distancing is the norm and no one outside of my family would see me in my newly de-stinked state.
And because I was angry, I decided to get revenge.
I ditched work on Tuesday. I did not join Sister in her makeshift office in the Land of No and I did not hang out with Ma in the dining room where she's been working. Instead, I split my time between the living room and the hallway sighing, moaning, and snoozing.
Now some might say that it was wrong of me to call out sick when I wasn’t and they would be correct. My actions and motives were less than noble. But it turns out that my impromptu day off turned out to be exactly what I needed. Sure, it didn’t help me eliminate that nasty straight from the spa smell (though I did make sure to roll around in the grass every chance I got), but about halfway through the day I realized that I was participating in a mental health day and that that’s something I needed more than all the smelly things in the world to roll in (though obviously I wouldn’t have turned up my nose at them). It’s a stressful world we’re living in right now, and I’m not immune to it.
The next day, relaxed, rejuvenated, renewed, and a little muddy from wallowing in the grass, I returned to work eager and raring to go. I beat Sister to the office in the morning, I hung out with her most of the day, and I even offered to work late (Sister told me payroll wouldn’t allow for overtime). And best of all, I managed to stick my snout into one of Sister’s video conferences.
And the morals of this story:
- Keep doing what you love.
- Don’t be ashamed of taking a mental health day.
- Make sure there’s always something smelly around the house to roll in just in case you're jumped by a family member armed with a hose and a bottle of shampoo.
