Dobbie was the first Elf on the Shelf to kind of scare the bejeezus outta me.
I mean, he drank a lot and carried big knives when I first “met” him online last year. Reason enough, right?
He caught a bit of flack for his escapades from his host mom Leslie, of TheBeardedIris. She hid the knives. She reminded him of his duties as an official Elf on the Shelf.
She cried “Don’t you even give a shit, Dobbie?”
Not long after her plea, she discovered him doing just that.
Of COURSE I give a shit. See?
I’ve been stinking up the joint for hours now.
Enough was enough!
Leslie put her foot down then and there: No more peeing his name in the faux snow, no more dirty Scrabble games with animals, and no more foul language.
Dobbie reluctantly agreed, drifting off to a corner shelf bedazzled with Christmas spirit, leaving a trail of magical sparkles in his wake.
A full 24 hours went by without incident. Dobbie did his job. Nothing more. Nothing less.
It was a Christmas Miracle! After over a decade of parenting, someone Leslie asked to behave actually did – WOO HOOOO!!!
She went to the fridge to assemble a celebratory cake, when that undersized imp appeared like a vision of assholery.
Well then. Maybe he’s not quite the good listener after all.
I guess it’s back to a December spent hiding the booze and knives…
Elf submitted by Leslie of TheBeardedIris.com.
Her 1st Dobbie post ignited my love of naughty elves.
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