Going to the Dogs
Meet our two new charges. We take them out for a brisk couple of miles twice a week as part of Miss W's voluntary work for the Cinnamon Trust. Their owner is disabled, and one of the dogs is the helping hand around the house (opening and closing doors, bringing the milk, post and papers, emptying the washing machine into a basket - that sort of thing). Come to think of it I fulfil a similar role at home.
But obviously their owner can't take them out for as much exercise as they need, and that's where the Cinnamon Trust and Miss W come in. As a local volunteer, she takes them out twice a week, and I come along too. We're getting to know the dogs and their owner quite well, which is nice, and the dogs are always delighted when they see us as they know there is a walk in prospect. There is an explosion of barking, tail wagging and bouncing up and down as soon as we arrive. The 'help dog' often grabs the other's lead and tows him to the gate, as if to say, "Hey, let's go!"
So now we can do something worthwhile with our midweek walks, and in return we have all the fun of owning a dog, and none of the responsibility - perfick!
posted by Phil at
Monday, January 18, 2010
4 Comments:
Help dog - y'see this is exactly where Superdawg falls short.
I must have a word with him about this....
Bright dog, that Superdawg. He's obviously sussed that displaying any aptitude for domestic tasks leads to a life of drudgery.
If only I had been as bright Lord E would be washing his own shreddies.
What a brilliant idea! Piglet is *extremely* excited, and wonders whether we might be able to find another dog to walk with!
(She says she definitely won't be washing its shreddies, though. I have enough trouble getting her to wash mine.)
Unfortunately, Bruno is so common, he'd probably just eat the shreddies (I'm not referring to Nabisco products here)
he likes things like that.
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