(#31) Community Service

As most of you know, I start every morning walking to and on the beach with my person.  The ambrosial (like that word…good one, isn’t it?) smells, cool sand, and vibrant colors never get old. Each day is a different experience. I’m a lucky pup.

A few days ago, Hoppi joined us. That was a real treat as she is usually still sleeping when we leave my home (err, I mean, our home). I, also, noticed that they brought some big bags with them. Much bigger than the one’s Steve uses to pick up my pooh piles. And some gloves, too.

Photo by Garry Adams

I remember the night before we heard a lot of booms and bangs outside. Lasted a long time. A few times I saw some flashes in the sky. Wasn’t sure what it was all about. It didn’t bother me. I can sleep through most anything.

When the three of us got to the beach, Steve and Hoppi started filling their big bags with lots of stuff laying on the beach sand. The humans are usually pretty clean and tidy where we live. But this morning it looked like they had left a lot of stuff on the beach. Little pieces of cardboard and plastic, some sticks, bottles, cans, and those things they put in their mouths and breath fire with.

Photo by Garry Adams

Anyway, I became kind of a leader this day.  No matter where I led Steve and Hoppi, they’d stop, pick up some human stuff, and put in their bags.  I heard humans passing by saying things like, “Thank you” and “What a nice community service.”  And I heard there were other humans on the beach doing the same thing as we were.

After some time (not sure how long; as you know, I’m a dog and can’t tell time), we stopped and watch the sun pop up out of the ocean. I got to plop on the sand. There was a biscuit or two involved (of course!). The three of us. Nice! Then we took the bags with the stuff the humans left behind and put them in two big barrels.

Photo by My Person (Steve)

We got more thank yous from humans we passed.  Steve and Hoppi smiled. The beach looked a little cleaner. As we walked home for breakfast, each of us had a bounce in our steps.  I like this thing called community service.  

For those of you who do community service, a hearty WOOF! from me to you.

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In my new book, Roxie Looks for Purpose Beyond the Biscuit, I share stories and lessons about friends, family, and fun. Perhaps it holds a biscuit or two for you!

WOOF!

2 thoughts on “(#31) Community Service

  1. Linda C. Tipton July 8, 2020 — 8:09 pm

    Roxie, tell your Parents how proud Jasper and I are of them for doing this good work.
    Also, Jasper is so happy to hear you handled the fireworks okay. It was really bad for Jasper. His Vet gave him a sedative and it still made him very scared. Next year I am taking him somewhere there isn’t any fireworks!

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  2. Jasper, I am sorry to hear you had a bad night. That has to be tough for you and your person. I wish I had suggestions. There are other pups I know who suffer the same fate. I hear their people give them a pill, too. I am lucky that my mom and dad passed along the DNA to tune those dastardly things out. NOW, skateboards are another thing….any ideas how I can chill about those people on top of the boards on top of the wheels? Give your person a nose nuzzle for taking such good care of you.

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