I entered Baby Muppet in a photo contest to be a model for a dog collar company. I never do stuff like that, but it popped up when I had a few minutes of downtime and I literally thought to myself, “oh, he would really enjoy that!”
My personality is basically just being his adoptive mother and making his life interesting and fun.
Anyway, I shared the link to vote for him on my Facebook and Instagram and…. I severely underestimated how invested my friends are in my dog. I mean, he’s the joy of my life and I know people like him a lot. I did not realize that numerous friends would not only vote for him, but also share the link themselves. I did not realize they would text me to ask how many times they can vote or to find out how many votes he has. I did not realize that even my mother, the world’s least supportive person, would vote AND report back to me that she did so.
One friend shared the link in our dog walking group (because of course we have one of those…) and I was trying to be nice and said, “thanks so much for sharing! There are so many cute pups to look through! We would love your votes for Baby Muppet if you think he should win!” because after all it is a dog photo contest and NOT that serious.
She responded that OF COURSE everyone will vote for him because he is the best and most handsome and everyone loves him. Like, in very strong language 😂🤣 I really didn’t realize his ‘fan club’ was so ardent. I guess I should have; the ladies at the vet have suggested (multiple times) that they would wear shirts with “Team Baby Muppet” on them because they love him so much. He has stepped in as an impromptu therapy dog for them when they’ve been having a tough day, but who knew that was the key to rabid support of his very casual mission to become a dog model???
Anyway, it has all been very sweet and somewhat surprising. I have no idea if he will win but it’s been entertaining. He seems to have a way of connecting with people that makes them feel like part of his posse, and it’s pretty fun to see how much joy he actually brings to people.
Not for the first time, and I’m sure not for the last time, I feel honored to be the one he chose; the one who gets to live with him and love him and take care of him. I really can’t imagine my life without him.