The Night I Made It Rain Dog Food

Trevor is the best.

For whatever reason, he is amused and delighted (his exact word), at all of these random antics of mine.

Weird noises. Random awkward “dancing”. My overall thought processes. And the fact I am absolutely, 100% myself with him.

…I pee with the door open when I’m at his place because that’s how comfortable we are with one another.

No more pee. You’re here for dog food.

Last night was our weekly sleepover. I usually go over on Fridays, but The Teenager woke up with a sore back that morning. Even though it got better over the course of the day, I decided to stay close just in case.

Because I am the anxious mom that worries.

Trevor did come to see me Friday night, though, which turned into a trip to the grocery store. And a vape shop that I did not know existed.

…I may have purchased two plants at Dillon’s (the grocery store) because big feelings after therapy. But clean air.

ANYWAY! Last night, Trevor made pad thai for us. He likes to cook. I like to eat. And yes, I do the dishes because that’s fair.

As my partner was preparing our dinner, his dog, that I affectionately nicknamed Floof because at least 3/4 of her body is strictly fur, started barking.

Floof knows I am weak and will feed her treats. Generously feed her treats.

I gave her a few. She has trained me well.

Trevor mentioned Floof probably wanted her dinner, too. I volunteered to take care of it since he was working on feeding us humans.

The bag was low. But I figured, if I tipped the bag in just the right way (it’s resealable so it has that weird lip), the tiny bits of dry dog food would go into the glass jar used for portioning.

…I think you may see where this is going.

I started to test pour Floof’s food into the jar. My plan did not go as expected. Some of the food made its way into the container.

Other pieces were scattered on the kitchen floor.

AND INSTEAD OF DOING THE LOGICAL THING, WHICH WOULD HAVE BEEN TO CUT THE TOP PART OF THE BAG OFF AND THEN POUR, I MOVED TO FLOOF’S ASSIGNED SPACE.

WHERE I TRIED AGAIN BECAUSE I SOMEHOW THOUGHT IT WOULD MAGICALLY WORK HOW I WANTED IT TO.

I was also being lazy- not anticipating how messy it could get but was clearly in a gambling mood.

…there was a small explosion of dog food as it hit the floor. However, most of it DID end up in the jar.

A few pieces landed on Floof’s back but because her fur is so thick, I doubt she felt it (it didn’t hurt her, FYI).

Trevor, in the background, still cooking, and very aware of the pelting noise the rogue dog food had made, began laughing.

I told him not to look at the mess I made. He kept laughing, telling me he was tempted to sneak a peek. I relented and said, “Okay finnnneeeeee”.

So he stopped stirring to come look at what I had done.

And laughed harder. Probably because he was looking at how terribly I had failed the one job he had given me.

I apologized because my laziness made a mess. In his house. One I knew Floof would take care of, but still.

This is when Trevor reminded me that everything I do is adorable. Delightful. Endearing. And he loves me.

I felt like the luckiest human in the world.

Because I have a partner who sees and accepts me and loves me for who I am. He enjoys my company and all the silly, illogical things I do (probably because they end up making him laugh!).

Like spilling dog food all over the floor.

Dinner was tasty, by the way. Floof was happy with hers, too. Even though some of it didn’t end up in her food bowl.

More posts to come.

Published by amberalice

Kansas Native. Knitter. Amateur photographer. Lover of love, plants, and great burritos.

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