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Was My Face Red! Wednesday

Was My Face Red! Wednesday

Welcome to Was My Face Red! Wednesday! Most of us have, at one time or another, done something so humiliating, that we wished the floor would open up and consume us. Let's swallow our pride and share those moments with others! Our shame was not in vain, if it can put a smile on someone face! You tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine...

Everyone is welcome to participate. Just leave the link to your WMFR post below.

Pardon my lack of posting for a few days. I have been putting in some time on my recipe blog. I reckon it's as ready as it will ever be, except for more recipes.

Anyway, here y'all go...

I have felt bad about this for years...

When I was around age 9, I lived with my mama, my older sister, my baby brother, my step-dad (who was the devil incarnate), and his beloved poodle-dachshund mix. Basically, he treated this dog like a human and treated us younguns like dogs. By all rights, we really should have hated that hound. But, despite ourselves, we loved her too. She looked real weird, to say the least. But we tried to pretty her up by keeping her well groomed. We even painted her nails.

Well, one day I was rubbing her down with a towel after her bath and that's when I saw it. The biggest tick in the history of ticks! Keeping in mind that my "history" with anything was only 9 short years. It was stuck tight to her underbelly. Of course, I had to get that thing off of her. So I set about pulling it off. It would not budge. For the first five minutes or so, the dog just sort of whimpered when I pulled on it. Then she started getting annoyed and tried to squirm away. I wrapped my legs around her and held her tight. After all this was for her own good. That little booger just would not come out! I tugged harder to no avail. After about twenty minutes of my doctoring, that dog was about to eat me alive! She couldn't run, but she was trying to turn her head and get me good!

This called for drastic measures. I simply must go inside and find the tweezers and someone to hold this angry animal! Dog in arms, I located the tweezers and then enlisted my big sister to help me. We went back outside, took our positions and set to work. Ah, this was going to be so much easier with an extra pair of hands. I aimed my tweezers and was heading in for the kill when my sister screamed, "STOP! You've been trying to pull off her nipple!" Holy Crap! Upon closer inspection, I determined that it was indeed her nipple. For some freakish reason, one of her nipples was way darker and much larger than the others, which were barely even noticeable. This was never mentioned to the rest of the family as I probably would have been beaten severely. That poor dog didn't seem to love me nearly as much after that awful day...


  1. Oh My...that poor thing...I'm trying not to laugh here...I bet that dog wondered what in the world you were trying to do to her! Good thing your sis stopped you, or that dog might have made mince-meat out of you! :)

  2. BTW...I received my Walmart Gift Card in the mail yesterday....THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :)

  3. Ouch, ouch, ouch! That story is making my nipples hurt, lol!

  4. LOL A. Marie. It is hard not to laugh at my ignorance, ot whatever one calls it when a 9 year old tries to rip off a dog's nipple while thinking she's doing a good deed...

    Thanks for letting me know you got the card. I hope you can put it to good use!

  5. Are you sure you ain't just got a tick, Ali?! lol


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