Mom’s been a little tired lately, so I thought I’d help out by writing this week’s blog post for her. I’ve never written a blog post before (it’s kind of hard to type with paws), but I’m going give it my best shot. Because that’s the sort of dog I am: a helper.
I’ve been told that I’m really cute, and I suppose that’s true, since I have wiry black fur, long legs, perky ears and a big white patch on my chest. People also say that I am very sweet, very energetic and really, really, persistent….I prefer to think of myself as focused and determined, but those aren’t the words that other people use. Still, I know my main purpose in life is to help others. And I’m really good at it, if I do say so myself.
I spend my days constantly looking for ways that I can help my family. When Mom is preparing a meal, I’m always in the kitchen, laying right by her feet so I can keep an eye on what she’s doing and lend a helping paw if necessary. Plus, I want to be able to immediately clean up any food that she happens to drop on the floor. (Which she does almost every time she trips over me.) Mom likes to keep her house clean, and believe me, there will NEVER be any food on her floors when I’m around.
I also help Mom and Dad tie their shoes, especially if they’re in a hurry. I shove my face right in, grabbing the laces to hold them in place since they seem to be having such a hard time performing this simple task. Sometimes they get so flustered that they actually try to push me away! Some dogs might get their feelings hurt by that sort of thing, but I know Mom and Dad are just embarrassed that it’s taking them so long to tie their shoes. So I get right back in there and “help” until the job is done, no matter how long it takes.
Mom and Dad also spend a lot of time complaining about how out of shape they are, so I try to help by getting them to play tag with me. When we are outside together, I’ll race around the yard, inviting them chase me. Unfortunately, it hasn’t worked so far. They just watch me run, and say things like, “I wish I had half his energy!” But they just stand there, or sometimes even sit at the patio table, snacking and sipping wine. I love my parents, but they can be a little slow on the uptake. Still, I’ll keep on running and hope that some day they’ll figure it out and join me for a few laps around the yard.
There are lots of other ways that I help out, but I know that Mom tries to keep her blog posts kind of short, so I’ll do the same. Besides, I’ll probably get the chance to write another guest post some day, when Mom’s too tired or too busy to do it herself and needs my assistance. Because I’m a helper, and I’m REALLY good at it!