January 15, 2012 by Kim
A few days ago, I decided that I was going to do a post about the Thundershirt
I had seen the commercial for it once or twice…. and actually saw one “in real life” at Petco
The damned thing just confuses my senses.
I mean…. being completely honest here, the name freaking ROCKS
It’s a mothing-frigging THUNDERSHIRT, yo!!!!
Any product with the word Thunder in it, forces you to sit up and take notice….
and it makes me think of Thundercats…. and then, of course, I have to wonder if a Thundercat would ever wear a Thundershirt….
and then I realize, to answer that question, I’d probably have to go back and re-watch the entire series…. to see if any of the Cats had anxiety issues
To me, the Thundershirt is kind of like the Snuggie or Pajama Jeans of the dog world
It’s an oddity.
and I was going to write about it.
But then, the strangest thing happened… over the last few days, as I’ve been reading other blogs and visiting websites… the Thundershirt advertisements were everywhere.
It’s almost like Mr. Thundershirt was in my head… and this was his subtle warning, to not proceed with my Thundershirt roast.
Somewhere, Mr. Thundershirt is preparing for my defiance…
because, lets face it… if he’s already in my head, then he also knows that I don’t really like being told what to do
or not to do
I can totally picture it…
Somewhere… in an extremely large basement….. Mr Thundershirt has summoned dozens upon dozens of dogs with anxiety issues….and they are all comfortably wearing Thundershirts, at this moment…. just lying around… not being anxious.
Life is good, for the hoarded K-9s
but, this is all part of Mr. Thundershirt’s evil plan…. and I really feel that we should call him Dr. Thundershirt, from here on out… since he’s all busy concocting evil plans and stuff…
So, Dr. Thundershirt and all his Thundershirted dogs are lying low for the moment…. waiting
Waiting to receive that email, stating that Kimberliah has posted a new blog…. and it concerns his baby
and that post, ridiculing The Thundershirt, will be the trigger….
and one by one Dr. Thundershirt will load all of his dogs into a large U-Haul van…
and he will drive…
stopping only once to eat at the Del Taco, in Barstow California
… because it really is the best Del Taco of all the Del Tacos… ever
and he will arrive at his destination… my house
30 minutes before I am due home from work
and one by one Dr. Thundershirt will begin unloading the dogs from his U-Haul
and bring them into my home.
and my kids will probably help him… because they possess no common sense.
So Hubs and I will come home, briefly wondering why there is a large U-Haul parked in the street…
as we enter our house we will be greeted by the sight of dozens upon dozens of dogs… wearing Thundershirts
…and The Beast… wearing a Snuggie
Dr. Thundershirt will quietly stroll out of the hallway, holding up a printed copy of my Thundershirt-blasting blog.
He’ll hand it to me… shaking his head and clucking his tongue
and then the attack….
Dr Thundershirt will begin removing Thundershirts from the anxiety-riddled dogs, one by one
and we will then enter the 7th layer of Hell.
My vision ends with Hubs and I watching out our living room window, as the large U-Haul van pulls away
while dozens upon dozens of stressed out dogs scream and throw themselves about the house.
So, due to this premonition, I am opting to NOT write my “WTF Thundershirt” blog….
and instead considering requesting a Thundershirt of my own…