I’ve always been a helpful dog. It’s just my nature. When I see someone in need of assistance, I step right up and offer a helping paw.
Take yesterday, for instance. Mom and Dad have been complaining for weeks about their internet service. So yesterday, a technician came to fix it and I was right there, helping. Even when it meant squeezing in next to his tool box, getting up close and personal, and turning a deaf ear to Dad telling me to get out of the way. It took us almost three hours, but you know what? We fixed it! And I know it would have taken much longer without my assistance.
I don’t like to brag about myself, but the truth is, I can help with just about anything. I help around the house all the time. Mom likes to keep a clean house, so whenever anyone spills food on the floor, I snarf it right up. I also rearrange the throw pillows on the sofa from time to time, because she never places them just right. But most importantly, I make sure our house stays free of pests, especially flies. If I see a fly in the house, I chase it down until I catch it, even if it means jumping up on a table or crashing into the window blinds. I’m that dedicated. Once I catch the fly (and I always catch it eventually), I dispatch it humanely and neatly by eating it. Flies don’t taste very good, but dog’s gotta do what a dog’s gotta do.
I’m also very helpful in the yard. I chase away any squirrels, rabbits or chipmunks that wander in before they can eat any of our flowers, and I bark (loudly and persistently) at any dog that goes by just to let them know I’m on duty here. Constant vigilance is essential in these matters, despite what my parents seem to think. (They may say they want me to be quiet, but I know that deep down, they’re grateful for my service.) I also help Mom with her Spring planting by digging holes wherever I think the flowers should go. She might not always use the holes I’ve dug, but I just know she appreciates the thought.
Still, I think the area where I really shine is childcare. The grandchildren come over a lot, and when they do, I go to work. First, I make sure they feel welcome when they walk in the door. Lots of jumping, whining, excited barking, etc. lets them know just how glad I am they’re here. But I’m good at other things too. If they’re putting together a puzzle on the floor, I use my nose to push the pieces around to help them along. If they’re served some food they don’t want to eat, all they have to do is slip it under the table to me and I dispose of it. And if they’re throwing a ball around, I’ll chase it down and sometimes even bring it back to them.
Sure, it’s hard work to be so helpful all the time, but I don’t mind. It’s what I’m good at, and besides….it’s the best way I know to show my family just how much they mean to me.