Father’s Day: Winston’s Secret Mission

Oh, hello there, fabulous reader! Winston the French Bulldog here, reporting for duty with a special Father’s Day mission recap. That’s right—I’m not just a snuggly face and award-winning napper. I’m also the world’s most dedicated (and obviously adorable) “Dad’s Day” secret agent. Now, my dad isn’t the kind of guy who likes a big fuss or over-the-top celebrations. But when it comes to Father’s Day, I couldn’t just let it slide. I wanted to go all out and make him feel extra special!

The tricky part? Finding a way to pull it off without making it too obvious. Subtle isn’t exactly my strong suit, but I was up for the challenge. So, I came up with a plan to secretly spoil my dad and make his Father’s Day pawsitively fantastic. Here’s how it went.

Operation Clean Floors

First, I decided to start Father’s Day with a totally unexpected gift… and by that, I mean NOT leaving a single surprise poop on the floor. That’s right—not a single nugget! Do you know how hard it is to hold everything in when you’ve had chicken treats the night before? No medals necessary, but you’re welcome, Dad.

The Great Light Switch Patrol

Next up, my ninja-level agility came in handy. I heroically sprinted around the house, turning off all the light switches. Humans, listen up. Your dads don’t hate many things more than lights left on in empty rooms. My dad? He gets a twitch in his left eye when it happens. I saved his nerves. I’m a hero. Enough said.

The Grill Cleaner Extraordinaire

This one might sound gross to you, but hey, sacrifices had to be made. I licked the grill spotless. Every inch. Every crusty corner. EVERY. SINGLE. GRILL. MARK. And before you judge me, think about this—would you prefer my dad fire up the grill later only to find last week’s burger bits clinging on for dear life? I think not. My stomach may be regretting it, but his next barbecue certainly won’t.

The Lawn Care Specialist

Mowing the lawn? Pffft. Who needs an overpriced landscaping service when you’ve got me? I spent the better part of the morning nibbling on all the grass in our yard. Sure, I might have missed a few patches (a Frenchie can only eat so much), but my dad didn’t have to break out the mower. Efficient AND eco-friendly.

Sports Watching Buddy

Last but not least… the cherry on top. I made the ultimate Father’s Day sacrifice. I sat through HOURS of sports on TV. Football? Baseball? No idea. All I knew was that there were humans running, my dad watching intently, and me pretending to understand what was going on. Honestly, I would’ve preferred cartoons, but seeing my dad that happy? Totally worth it.

A Pawsome Thank You

At the end of the day, after all my hard work, I made sure to give my dad extra big snuggles and licks before bedtime. Here’s the thing, dear reader—I’m one lucky pup to have him. He gives the best back scratchies and only complains a little when I try to sleep in bed with him.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you more than chicken treats and belly rubs combined (and that’s saying a lot). I hope you felt the love this weekend, even if it wasn’t super obvious that I was your sneaky secret agent.

Until next time, readers. Stay pawsome!

Winston 🐾