A Doggie Diaper

My classmate got a Pug-Maltese mix puppy named Trixie. Her story is a sad one, she was left outside and the classmate, out of goodwill and a little bit of shame, picked her up. She was hungry, and looked it as well he later told me, and he fed her a little bit of Walmart chicken and their bond was sealed.

My roommate and I were invited to her unveiling, where everyone oohed and ahhed at her little beauty. And her little doggie diaper. Seriously, little Trixie was wearing a little diaper with little ducks on it like she was a newborn baby. Yes, she was cute. Yes, I held her and missed my own puppy back home. But I wondered why she was wearing a diaper.

My classmate changed her diaper every hour on the hour, even bringing out a changing mat to change her on. We watched as Trixie fought, but she soon gave in, using his finger as a chew toy. As people drifted away from her cuteness and started talking about recent updates in the collegiate world, Trixie tore off her diaper and shit on the carpet.

Right where everyone can see her. As she walked away, her head held up high, I wondered about being the center of attention. Why do we always feel like we’re the center of it when we really aren’t?

This sounded better in my head. I promise. Lets take a look at Trixie. It was her party and for the first hour or tow everyone loved her, played with her and held her. Then our attention drifted and we focused more on each other than Trixie. And she noticed as well.

She believed, in her right mind, that shitting on the carpet would garner more attention for her. It did for a little while, before her owner brought out the snacks and our minds, once again, drifted. Except for the classmate, he bent down and scooped her right up, kissing the top of her forehead. She was completely in love and one little shit accident will not screw this up.

One can feel sad for poor little Trixie. Like we do ourselves, when we are no longer the person being talked about, thought about or loved. Except, know this, everyone has someone who always thinks about you, talks the shit out of anyone’s ear about you and loves you unconditionally.

You are the Trixie in their eyes.