Not That Kind of Guy
I was trying to apply petroleum jelly to my dog’s paws before we went on a quick walk. It was hot enough to fail the pavement test, but he still needed to go potty and I had read it would protect him for 15 or so minutes, hopefully long enough to do his business and get back.
He didn’t like people messing with his feet, so I had to keep him leashed up and was trying to get his back feet. I was frustrated enough that I tied him to the front of his kennel so I could use both hands for his feet…and then Grandpa came home.
He saw the pup tied to the kennel and me at his back end with an open jar of petroleum jelly. I’m very glad that we had all known each other for years, because that was already awkward enough to explain before he pointed out my fly was partially unzipped.
He said that he knew I’m not that kind of guy but he couldn’t resist how red I went. Story credit: Reddit / corkscrewfork