When Jon brought the dog toy home four years ago it made me a little uncomfortable.
Yes, a loudmouth Trump doll spouting Trumpisms for the dogs to play with was funny. But I knew there were also Hillary dog toys that our neighbor’s dogs were most likely playing tug-of-war with too.
It was too much like a voodoo doll or effigy.
And yet…
There is a dark side of me that enjoyed the idea of seeing Donald, reduced to a dog toy, being carried around in Fate’s and Bud’s mouths.
Like a voodoo doll or effigy.
So for four years, I watched Donald Trump, the dog toy, kicking around the house. I’d toss him into the dog toy basket with the other toys only to find him wedged under the couch or outside soaking wet in the rain or frozen in the snow.
All the other stuffed toys were eventually shredded by the dogs.
A teddy bear without an arm, a flattened pony its insides being pulled out through a hole in its belly. Whtie clouds of stuffing strewn over the living room floor.
But Donald, dirty and beat up as he was, seemed indestructible.
Even when we got Zinnia and she chewed up the remaining stuffed toys along with her new ones, she didn’t make a dent in Donald.
The dog toy was as resilient as the man was.
Until six days ago. The first day of the second Impeachment Trial of Donald Trump.
That day I saw spotted the telltale stuffing leading under the dining room table.
I followed its trail to Zinnia chewing on the dog toy’s head. I watched as she pulled a tuft of white stuffing and faded orange hair from the toy then spit it out on the carpet.
When Joe Biden was elected president I told Jon I was done with Donald Trump. I wasn’t giving him any more energy of my energy.
But my superstitious self kept an eye on the Donald dog toy as the real Trump raged on.
Last Tuesday I crawled under the dining room table, picking up the fluffs of stuffing. I took the toy out of Zinnia’s mouth and gave her a kiss on the head.
Then I threw the Donald Trump dog toy in the garbage.
You go Maria! I hope it is that easy to get rid! (* ﾟ∀ﾟ)ﾉｼ
Wouldn’t that be nice Fran…
Yay for you, Maria. I’m done with him too!
🙂
Zinnia: timing is everything
As if she knew….
And it felt symbolic and just right ? I would have clapped after it hit the trash!
Thank you for that laugh, Maria.
Absolutely Laura.
It’s as I suspected: your dogs are exceptionally intuitive. Even politically! I love Fate’s “Capitol Police” stare and stance; I’ve never seen a canine mutely express an oft-quoted Clint Eastwood movie line so eloquently.
Ha! Amy, you’re so right! She has that Eastwood look.
Maria, I follow your blogs passionately because I so admire your incredible talents.
Your blog about the Donald trump dog is just the best. It had me chuckling out loud. The only issue I have is that, as sad as this is, unfortunately I think he will rise from the ashes like a Phoenix to cause more mayhem and destruction.
Kind regards Diane Sabath
Cape Town,
Sunny South Africa
Thanks For your good words Diane and for being there. I am hopeful that Donald will not be coming back. That his presidency was the zenith for his white supremacist and misogynist movement in this country and it will take a while, but it will begin to decline.
Would that the trial produced the same results as the dogs eating, pulling and chewing on the Donald toy.
The three musketeers are intuitive and resourceful. I admired that consistency and resolute attack on that toy.
It is unfortunate that, as Diane said, he may rise again like the phoenix creating mayhem and flames of hate. One would wish for better for this nation and its Democracy, but only time will tell. I hope that time is on the side of the angels and our better nature.
I dropped mine in the garbage on January 6th. My dog had passed in April, but when I was insulted by Trump, I slammed it on the table a lot. I live alone, it was therapeutic and I felt no guilt.
Oh Eunice, that you for the laugh. Maybe people and dog like us had an effect after all….