A day after her surgery, Goldie was already back to being her fabulous self. I must say, I’m relieved she’s better. I admire this little doggo—she’s so full of zest. The most I could ever hope to be is Zest Fully Clean. And let’s be honest, even that is probably aiming a little too high.
You know how they say if life hands you lemons, you should make lemonade? I personally think you should make lemon zest instead. Maybe sprinkle it over a nice lemon pasta or some lemon bars. Just don’t mistake them for actual bars of soap. It’s an honest mistake.
Although now that I think about it, I’m not entirely sure what makes a mistake honest. Maybe it just shrugs and tells you the truth—like how, even if it were soap, you’d still eat it, because technically it’s made from fat. Even the dog wouldn’t touch that—and she eats pretty much anything.
Being a pet parent is hard but also rewarding. And by rewarding, I mean she leaves me little presents around the house. Not exactly the kind you want. Let’s just say her offerings make ugly Christmas sweaters look even attractive. Like they cleaned up real nice—with, you guessed it, lemon bars.
And that brings me back to why, when life gives you lemons, I say make lemon zest. It’s because my dog occasionally makes lemonade all over my floors—and trust me, you do not want that.
As I said at the beginning of this anecdote, I’m relieved my pup is doing better. I just wish she wasn’t always so relieved as well.