Meet Ethel: The Speed Demon Granny & Her Tiny Terrier
Ethel has never understood the concept of “acting her age.”
She’s 84 years old, owns a bedazzled leather jacket, and once outran a mall security guard on a Rascal scooter after an unfortunate misunderstanding about free samples.
Ethel is, to put it simply, a menace.
Her tiny dog, Pickles? The same.
Pickles is three pounds of unhinged energy—a mix of terrier, gremlin, and pure chaos. Together, they are unstoppable.
Or so they thought.
The Incident
It was a perfect Tuesday morning. Ethel, sporting fingerless driving gloves and a steely determination, was out for her daily scooter joyride around the neighborhood.
Pickles, as usual, was trailing behind her, attached to the scooter by a makeshift leash system involving a shoelace and what appeared to be an old VHS tape.
The ride started out smooth. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and Ethel had just locked eyes with her longtime nemesis, Harold-from-down-the-street, who was attempting to impress Mildred-from-bingo with his new orthopedic sneakers.
Ethel, never one to be outdone, knew she needed to make a statement.
So she did what any reasonable person would do:
She floored it.
The Aftermath
What happened next was a blur of velocity, barking, and questionable life choices.
Pickles, not briefed on the acceleration plan, went from leisurely trotting to full-fledged flight mode.
Speed: Unknown.
Momentum: Concerning.
Pickles’ facial expression: Pure betrayal.
Ethel, fully committed to showing Harold who’s boss, barely noticed her canine companion achieving new aerodynamic possibilities.
It wasn’t until Pickles disappeared completely from her rearview mirror (yes, the scooter has rearview mirrors) that she realized something had gone wrong.
The shoelace-leash had snapped. Pickles was now feral and free, launching himself toward the closest distraction: Mildred’s purse.
The chase that followed involved two senior citizens, one scooter, an airborne terrier, and a very confused USPS delivery driver.
Mildred? Unscathed.
Harold? Horrified.
Ethel? Victorious.
The Moral of the Story?
Ethel has no regrets. She’d do it again tomorrow if given the chance.
Pickles, however, now refuses to leave the house without full protective gear and a seatbelt.
To commemorate the event, Ethel ordered a tiny portrait of her and Pickles, mid-chase, mid-glory, mid-chaos.
Want Your Own Tiny Portrait? (Scooter Not Required.)
If you, too, have a moment worth remembering—whether it involves speed, questionable decision-making, or just you and your pet living your best life—I’d love to capture it for you in a custom hand-drawn tiny portrait.