just another working stiff

so, you guys all know that there are working dogs right?  those pups that have vests that say "i'm working, don't pet me"?  there are dogs that help peeps that can't see, dogs that work on ranches, dogs that help with disabilities, dogs that help people that have seizures, dogs that help find lost peeps, dogs that find drugs and bad stuff like that, even dogs overseas that help our troops in the middle east! 

well, today was "take your dog to work day"!  so i got to join the realm of working dogs for the day!  that's right, mum took me to work with her!  mum works at a shelter for women and little kids that need a safe place to stay.  today i got to help out getting the mail and taking it around to the shelters, it's different than checking pee mail.  Really though, i wanted to catch some of the bad guys that make it unsafe for the women and children to stay in their own homes, cause really, when you think about it - that's not very fair!  Anyway, i had a great time, even if i didn't get to bite any bad guys! 

how about you guys?  did anybody else get to go to work with their peep?

also - check out my friends' susie & sidebite's blog for an important cautionary tale...sidebite was real sick and if his peeps hadn't acted fast and gotten him to the dogtor it might have been a sad ending! 

THE BIG 5

i turned 5 yesterday - 35 in people years...i'm finally older than my mum.  in celebration we visited the grandpeeps & i got my very own bacon for breakfast!  quite a treat, since mum never has it at our hourse!  peeps and pups who knew me in my puppy years are all astonished at what a good boy i am now.  they seem to think i was quite the terror (terrier).  a few things that i have learned over the years:

1. mum prefers if i chew my bones rather than her ipod, glasses, remote control, laptop cable, shoes, woodwork, cell phone and books.  why didn't she just say so? 

2. i don't need to prove to every dog we pass that i am a big dog in a small package.

3. the outside of cars is best observed from securely within the car, not lolling with half my body out the window.  when you do that you end up on the outside of the car and your mum in hysterical tears, trying to squeeze you to death with frantic hugs and kisses once she manages to pull the car over. 

i hope these realizations might save some of you the trouble of learning them the hard way...i'm off for a post celebratory snooze! 

that's me when i was a wee chappie - back in those days i mentioned above...