Who loves Grocery Day? Micron does, that’s who. I don’t remember how or when we started the tradition, really. But every week I always grab an extra roll of paper towels for Micron to retrieve from the miscellaneous and sundry food score so he can do his job by delivering his quarry from car to house.
Some may remember the post where we covered his fervor for this heavy responsibility at Every Day He Reminds Me. It occurred to me that perhaps photos just can’t tell the whole story, so I came up with the inspired idea to record a video to capture the emotion of the thing. Y’all need to see this phenomena, I think.
As always, I walk into this with a vision. Just short of drawing up a story board, I see in my mind’s eye . . . Micron’s expression showing pure canine ecstasy as he realizes it’s Grocery Day, embracing his inner greyhound he runs to the car, ending with a sliding stop. Plume tail wagging a happy dance as he pulls the paper towel roll from the trunk of the car and walks proudly back to the house thus completing his task. All honor and glory and wondrous stuff.
Yeah, this didn’t happen. Of course it didn’t, why did I think it would? This is Micron, after all.
No, instead this is what we got.