Day 33 August 14 Service Dog? What Service, Dog?
Zoe's Mourning Pages
Gday Matey,
I say to my self, but I question that...
Mischa says
I wake up with joy in my heart every single morning. I admit, it feels good and
comes natural, but ya know right after breakfast I sinks into the dumps a
little and starts thinkin about things. Like right now I’m thinkin about that guy
who yanked my leash yesterday real bad. And ya know what, it wasnt the first
time either.
I sees this
guy at the gas station and he looks way down at me and is all like ''Your a
service dog, eh?"
''Exactly
what service could a little mutt like you be performin?" Then he adds the
insult to the injury and, laughs!
‘’Ya know
buddy them’s fightin words!’’ I wanna say but I really can’t. If I could I
would add, ‘’Let me just ‘splain a
few facts of life to ya. First off, my mom's an artist. That should be explanation
enough, but I'll elaborate.
I realize some
folks have a big concrete barrier between the outside of their skull and the
grey matter that's suppose be figurin things out. Like in your case buddy, are
you asleep at the wheel? We dog's never do that ya know, we’re never really
sound asleep, we are awake, even
when we’re asleep! And that is
why, this here pup is a prime example of a workin breed, and my work puts me in
the service of my mom who has some issues that needs to be watched over by an
alert, good natured, handsome, obedient, intelligent, dutiful, in earnest,
vigilent pup like me!”
“Just sayin,
if ya gonna discuss my ability to perform...better check your own control panel
first bub!” Man that sounds mean spirited dont it. I can lose my temper around know-it-alls that is for sure.
Now where
was I... Oh yeah when it comes to needin’ service, seems like artists are
pretty much on the top of the list in the needs department. They are sensitive!
It’s really true, I can attest to it, I seen them break downs they have and it
is not pretty. They shake sometimes, just like I do when someone sticks me on
the car deck of the ferry! That’s when I needs service! So that’s my priority
service department, we call it breakdown
assistance, its kinda like AAA service, Mischa says, but for the nerves.
Anyways I
got lists and lists of things I do for my mom which has won me the honor of
wearin this here jacket.
Like passenger assistance, is one service I
perform.
I make sure
whoever is travelin with us has direct access to my entire body. Them bi-peds
take great comfort in touchin dogs especially when the dog positions herself in
the middle of a lap!
And then
there is navigatin, which I do quite
a lot of when I am alone with either of my mom’s. I gets the passenger seat all
to my self and I keep a good lookout. Mishca has all the latest navigatin
technology but she knows I am able to get much more real with my nose, so I am
her go-to navigator fur sure.
I get to
perform what we call window hopping a
lot when we’s in the city. My job is to spring up high enough to check on the
lines at my mom’s favorite cafes.
This saves
her time and therefore we get to the lunch faster, so this service serves us
all.
I also got
the visitin duty which usually involves a car trip to
somebody’s house that enjoys our company. And once we’re in there I guard the
perimeters. Also I can do some discrete vacuuming, so its like I do double duty
on these outings.
I also have
been used on many occasions to do rescue service. My mom often she gets lost in the woods. And
yes I mean this literally and figuratively. So my nose and keen insticnts
extracts her sets her back on the right path.
I don’t want
to go on and on cause I could but it is gettin a little tirin on my end, so I
will just list this one last service and that is as art and music critic, but I
only do this when asked, of course.
Let me tell
you something though, it aint just me that does the service. All dogs do
service cause all dogs is buddhists, and that’s what we buddhists do. Remember
what dog and god have in common!
Them letters is all the same and all lower case to boot. So we are for you.
And we loves
locusts pedals too! I just made that up, cause I liked how it sounded.
Mischa says
since we are artists we have some sort of special dispensation from god. Then I
says, ‘’Hey Mischa, we are god, remember!”
Also in case
I’m forgettin, I got to give props to ole B who performed a great service the
other day, when Mischa saw a
mother goat being attacked, I hate
to tell ya Pink, she was bein attaked by a renegade pitbull! That ole B made Mischa
slam on them brakes, I almost went into the next dimension! B jumps out the
car, leaves the door hangin wide open! Then she leaps over the electric fence
and grabs a big stick. She goes over to that pitbull, nabs his collar, and
pulls him off the goat. The goat runs off all limpin andshe was not in good
shape. The goats mom and three little kinds was up on the hill jumpin and clappin and screamin down thank
yous and bowing to B.
The dang pit
he starts waggin his tail like nothing happened. I half think he believed the
applause was for his performance. Well I will tell you it was NOT. It was for
B, who is my hero, and performed a life saving service. So I guess what I’m
gettin at here is that we is all in this big service arena together. I hope
someone is watchin over us all, cause I sure would like to accumulate a few points
for the good works thats gettin done. Points gets biscuits biscuits make for
happy pups and happy pups make for better service. One big beautiful circle,
aint it!?
Well gotta
go, them ladies from nebraska is headin out and I gotta check on the leftover
situation! Later.
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