Pantsed by a Pup - Another Story of Personal Embarrassment




At my age, I will freely admit that I’m not as hip as I once was. Nowadays if anyone refers to me and hip in the same the sentence,  it’s my chiropractor.  Especially when it comes to technology. That’s because I’m a Granddaddy, and that’s the law. So when my 8 year old granddaughter, Rilynne, started asking about making a TikTok video,  it could be a Timex commercial for all I knew. 

But I do know that when she stays with us, I give her a few chores. More like tasks, really. And today it involved helping me walk the dogs.  She’s a big help, because we have three pups: a Yorkie, and my two rescued strays, Reese and Roscoe. Walking these three canines with leashes makes me feel like I’m a puppeteer working a marionette.  Furthermore, when just I say the word “walk”, they explode in a series of excited yips, barks, spins, and jumps.  They get so out of control I can hardly hook them up. 

And unfortunately for me, today Rilynne invoked the “W Word” as I was walking out the bedroom door to get the leashes.  In an instant, a doggie free for all broke out  behind me.  That was to be expected.  What I didn’t expect was that in the ensuing fray, Reese excitedly jumped on me from behind, and with the skill you would normally see in a boy’s high school locker room, her  paws  pulled down my gym shorts and underwear.  Yep, I got pantsed by a pup.  Rilynne was exposed to a full moon.   

There was an immediate explosion of laughter from that little girls mouth.  It was loud, honest, and contagious.  What could I do but pull up my pants and laugh along?  

As the laughter subsided, Rilynne said,” Granddaddy, that would get a million, gazillion likes on TikTok.”

My wife replied from the bedroom, saying, “Don’t kid yourself Rilynne.  That wasn’t the first time your Granddaddy’s shown his butt to someone.”

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