Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Flash / Muffin Story

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To develop the proper appreciation for the story, you need a picture of the dog in your head.  This is not the actual dog.

Troy fell in love with English bulldogs.  He was in high school at the time, which means I had to be in college.  I'm not sure if it was the Baylor days or the Sam Houston State days ... probably both??  Oh wait ... it had to have been a little later than that now that I think about it.  So yeah, definitely SHSU days (for me) which means he was out of high school.  Well ... 20-ish years ago, anyway.

So ... the parents got him an English bulldog. 

(pause for a moment ... did *I* ever get an English bulldog??  Nooooo ....

.... not that I actually wanted one.  Just had to take this sisterly opportunity to complain.)

She really was a cute dog.  Tongue hanging out, ran kind of at an angle, like her back legs ran faster than her front legs, did the head tilt ...

In typical short round dog fashion, she did not move very quickly unless there was a lawnmower around, in which case that dog could BOLT.  TO the lawnmower.  So evidently not the sharpest knife in the drawer ... but I digress.

So ... Troy named the dog Flash.  We're all great fans of the sarcasm, so that was probably a really good name for her. 

BUT ... I was a big sister.  Getting along peacefully?  Um, no.  Needling and annoying?  Yes, please.

So ... *I* named the dog Muffin.  Which annoyed the SNOT out of Troy.  Which meant I had to RUN. WITH. IT.  Which meant, not only did I call the dog Muffin, so did all of my friends.  I made a collar for the dog with Muffin on it.  I bought him a stuffed dog and put Muffin on the collar.  I was generally as much of a pain in the butt as you can ever picture any sister being.  Ever.  And, bless his heart, I think he got really mad every single time I referred to the dog as Muffin.  Which is exactly why I kept doing it.

You want to know the really funny thing though?  I remember Troy coming here for a visit several years ago and we were talking about the dog.  Generally now I refer to that dog as Flash/Muffin.  HE ACTUALLY REFERRED TO HER AS MUFFIN.  Then he gave me that smart-aleky face that brothers always reserve for sisters.

This is the actual Flash/Muffin with Troy.
So that's the Flash/Muffin story.  And the story of how I was a rather obnoxious sister.

6 comments:

Yvette said...

Great memory, Mel. It made me smile. =)

Micah said...

So what you're saying is that G gets it from YOU. LOL She's a GREAT big sister.. hehe
I can see Troy in heaven now calling her FLASH.... and explaining that when YOU show up her name will be probably be Muffin again.
Good memories.

meltedlikewaxps97_5 said...

Cute story.

And I agree with Micah... the apples have not fallen far from the tree, have they? ;)

Mine either.

Anonymous said...

Mel...If I remember correctly - and chances are that I don't exactly - Troy went to ETBU for the semester and you were at SHSU. We all called Flash by Muffin so much that the dog wouldn't respond to Troy when he came home for Christmas and called out to him!

Seriously funny memory...thanks for bringing the smile on :)
Karyl

Heather said...

I agree with Karyl about the dog answering to Muffin. And I enjoyed torturing Troy along with you. Making Muffin sound as cute and girly as possible. Great memory indeed. LOVE the pic!

Annette said...

I agree with M & R, but I think it may be Mads that likes torturing B and G that likes torturing Mads. Great story and pic! Thanks for sharing.