When I was little I worshiped "Wonder Woman", I wanted to be "wonder Woman". That awesome ? figure flattering corset, the gold bracelets the knee high boots and top it off with the crown/headband. "Wonder Woman" was a fearless hottie, and that's what I wanted to be. Well reality is I'm short, my butt is big, my boobs sag, my thighs chafe, I am not the size 2 beauty that Miss "Wonder Woman" was. I can be insecure, grumpy, short tempered and sometimes even confused, defiantly not the secure go-getter "Wonder Woman" was. Alas I am no Wonder Woman, it is a dream I must forget... Or Do I???
On a recent trip to the park with my son and two dogs, We walked a long distance, we returned to my vehicle and my 12year old BIG dog decided she ached to much from the walk to be able to jump into the car to go home. My son began to panic when she stubbornly lay on the ground letting us know she had enough. Getting dark and cold she would not budge. We pulled, we bribed and we coaxed but she just could not do it. Then with super human strength (or maybe it was my starving stomach driving me) I went over to my 100lb four legged baby and started to lift her up. My son began to cheer, "you can do it Mom, your a super hero", and with that I did it, I lifted my poor aging dog into the vehicle and off we went. So there it is, Some have their 15 minutes of fame, but for me its my 15 minutes as a super hero!
**as a side note no animals were injured, My sweet dog is fine, we have just made her walks a little shorter and thanks to a good vet she is on a good arthritis med that seems to help her weary bones***
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