This past week, I thought we were going to see the people in those big buildings again. I jumped in the back of the car and we went to the last building we visited before it all stopped. When we got there, rather than go inside, we walked around the outside of the building with two nice humans. One was taking a lot of photos of me. A. Lot. I kept hearing the word calendar. Not sure what it all meant, but they had me stop at various places to sit, stretch out, and even step up on a rock. I threw in a few of my snaggletooth looks. That always gets attention.
Even though we did not go inside to visit people, I felt like I had a job to do for the humans. And I felt like I earned my biscuits that day.
Another day Steve went to that building where people who don’t feel well lie in beds. I wasn’t able to go there as they are still not allowing us pups on the premises. They have their reasons. Anyway, the humans put up some photos of all us dogs who used to visit that building. I hear Steve wore my bandana. Guess they don’t want people to forget us. I know I am not forgetting them. I miss walking the halls. And, truth be told, a few of those humans slipped me a biscuit every now and then. Nice!
As I can’t drive (yet), I have to depend on my person to bring me back to all the places we used to visit. In the meantime, each morning we spend on the beach brings hope for another adventure. I enjoy each moment and I am hopeful for what I might do and the good people I will meet.
Hope the same for 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. And I speak about purpose as well. (Steve says for dogs we might just want to call it “furpose.” He makes words up, I think.) Perhaps the book holds a biscuit or two for you!