A pup, persistence, and a port-a-potty

Little Miss Tinkerbell was all ears tonight when I explained the rules for a big fundraising event for the local shelter that we’re participating in this weekend.

She’s been pretty much camped out for it in the backyard undergoing basic training the last few weeks, yet hasn’t exactly been my faithful lieutenant.

In fact, Tink’s actually been pretty vocal about it.

The neighbors’ dogs have all been observing and commenting.

And it seems that Tink finds them a whole lot more interesting than me.

So instead of executing the heel command perfectly while in leash training, my girl’s been prone to just sitting down on my big toes while batting those lovely lashes up at the other canines.

Still Tink has mastered one tiny trick very well.

She just learned how to find a zen moment while resting securely in my left arm each time we enter the port-a-potty at the park around the corner.

Tink picked up the skill in spite of that big deep, scary black hole that goes down who knows where?

By the way, and fortunately for me, I’m right handed.

When it comes to taking care of business, Tink and I have always looked out for each other.

And that’s a good thing when it comes to big events like the one this weekend with plenty of people and plenty of dogs on hand.

I’m thinking that Tink may just deserve a couple of gold stars for her efforts after all.

Boys and their toys

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.