While staying on a peaceful farm this weekend, I discovered a new purpose for our dogs.
Or at least one of them.
I decided to call the pup Buddy, as I didn’t know his name.
The owner was busy working, so Buddy stepped right in as the perfect host.
He greeted me with excitement as I drove up the rocky road to the farmhouse then proudly started to show me around the place.
Buddy led me through the fields of corn and soybeans, over to the horses, and then to the vineyards just beyond.
Afterwards, he jumped right into my Subaru ready to give directions through the rolling hills towards the bakery in town to pick up carrot ginger muffins and lavender cookies.
At 70 pounds, Buddy’s 23 times as big as my tiny chi Junie B. who joined me on the trip.
But city girl Junie wasn’t afraid and appeared quite impressed by Buddy’s friendly demeanor, hosting skills, and his life as a farm dog.
I’m thinking she might like to learn to be a farm dog, and hostess, as well.
After all, we do know our dogs are never too old (or too small) to learn a few more new tricks.
Summer mornings are fun.
Even more so with sun.
No wonder this little one smiles.
Our porch is a lift.
Each new dawn a gift.
She lingers for quite a long while.
Guess it’s black and white.
Some dogs speak just with their eyes.
Yet they say so much.
Mornings are the best.
I get treats. We’ve had some rest.
Is that Mom I hear?
Don’t give me that look.
Time to nap. Go find your nook.
This pup’s off to work.
Seize this day and run.
Sniff out joy like this young boy.
We’re all pups at heart.
He sits on the porch.
Next to me.
By my side.
While bemoaning the rain.
“Hi there, Pup.”
“Want a ride?”
Sure, it’s been a tough week.
And we’ve been very sad.
There is hate in this world.
That still gets us quite mad.
Yet my boy and I know.
There is also much love.
Can we find some this morning?
With a gift from above?
Well, it seems we just did.
Over there by the lake.
As the sun broke through clouds.
A sweet girl shared birthday cake.
I’d told my dog Rex that I was concerned he wasn’t quite ready for therapy work due to those puppy like tendencies he still hasn’t outgrown.
Chewing being number one on the list.
Yet his vet and the volunteer coordinator at the care facility where he’s sorely needed weren’t concerned in the least.
So I splurged and bought my handsome man a fancy new plaid tie to wear while working for $6.00.
That’s more than I spent on my whole summer wardrobe.
Anyway I then reviewed with Rex the need to look presentable and to act responsibly in his important volunteer position.
Next I awarded him with his new piece of neckwear, sliding it slowly over his little head.
Rex immediately opened wide and sucked that whole silk tie into his mouth, with those tiny teeth in full glory noshing away.
That is until I slid it out.
And quickly gave it instead to brother Tuck the terrier commenting, “Hey Rex, this is no candy coated chew toy!!”
Rex is very lucky and seemed relieved that I’ll still be allowing him to make visits.
And if he does a really nice job maybe someday (or more likely some year) I might just try a bow tie instead.
I know a silly little pup who’s pretty hard to tame.
Hopping all around the yard, Rex’s the fellow’s name.
He loves to chew his ID charm, his harness, and his collar.
I just bought number five of each, most cost more than a dollar.
But he’s full of love, and very sweet, so I will play the game.
Still I told my boy this early morn, your excuses are getting lame.
“Rex, I’m off to work!”
Wednesday’s pup’s so full of woe.
Treats will clear those blues.