Hello! Madison T. Dog here, blogging because Mom is hip deep in striped fabric from the previous blog. Thank you for your help, by the way, she was driving me nuts.
I’m here with good news. I got a job. It’s kind of a volunteer thing. I don’t get a kibble increase. But I came up with the idea on my own. I believe in showing initiative.
You see sometimes I get to go on errands. I’m not allowed to get out of the car much because I’m not allowed in too many places besides pet stores and the vet. I highly prefer the former over the later even though I get more treats from my doggie doctor. They love me there, but I digress.
Mom went to buy office supplies and I waited in the car. Mom sets her watch for 10 minutes because she’ll only let me stay by myself in the car for that long, and never during the summer. The anti-theft device is locked onto the steering wheel, the doors are locked, she takes the keys, and then she shakes her finger at me and says, ” And don’t hot wire the car like last time.” This is for the benefit of people who might be exiting their cars on either side of our car. They usually laugh. Mom’s so funny.
So anyway, back to my job. I often walk to the back of the car and make sure she gets to wherever she is going. Then I lay back down again. This time I sat on Mom’s seat instead. I just like being near her. And when she is not there I like being near where she used to be.
I curled up in a little dog ball and when she came back to the car and sat down (I moved out of the way first) she said it was all toasty warm! Mom has been wanting heated seats in the car forever, and now she has them, courtesy of me.
Now when she takes me to a parking lot she asks me to Up-Up on her seat and lay down so it will be warm. (I may ask to pre-heat the sofa for her, but I don’t think she’s going to go for that.)
I live to serve. Or, if I figure out how to hot wire the car then I will live to swerve.
Yours in fur,