Red Bulldog Finds a Home

In the garbage lay a huge red bulldog, probably won at King's Island a few years ago, and now Jeremy saw it, and brought it home. "Can I keep it, Mom?  Please?" 

"Keep it outside, dear."  That lasted thirty seconds, as he dragged it into the TV room.  We immediately noticed little white and grey beads of stuffing dribbling out of a little hole at its underarm.  It was making a mess on the floor.  "Jeremy, I don't want that in my house.  Look what it's doing.  That is probably why they threw it out!  It's sprung a leak."

All the kids start to poke holes into the giant red bulldog, with a snarl on his face, arms at his side, to see if they can get other spots to open and more stuffing to spread on the floor.  Dancing on it sounds fun, and makes a scratchy sound.  There is major dance happening now.  I step in, "Let's just put all those little balls into the garbage, guys.  I'll help."

Now we have stuffing and little balls flying into the garbage, and hands grabbing inside the toy dog, it is a sticky mess of electric balls hanging onto everything. At last we tie up the plastic bags, and out they go.  On the floor lies the thin wrinkled skin of the no longer huge red bulldog.  Jeremy seemed very deflated, along with his dog.  He lifts it up by the head, and is puzzled what to do, when he asked, "Mom, can I put it on?"  I could not see anything wrong with that, so I helped him, and he enjoyed seeing how it fit, and oddly enough, it was a perfect fit.  He went outside,  a very hot and humid summer day, but he walked up and down in front of our house, I guess waiting for Jim to get home from work. 

"Do you know there is a kid in a red dog suit waving to cars as they drive by, Conni?"

"Sure, Jim.  Got a problem with that? "

"Why is he doing that?" 

"I really don't know.  Ask Jeremy."

"That's Jeremy?"

All that summer Jeremy would don that red bulldog suit and walk up and down the street waving at cars.  Did he become a mascot for our house, did he just want to enjoy Halloween year round, or did he find enjoyment in surprising others.  I don't know, but it was his job that summer.