Ever wish you could be a dog for a day?

As I was racing out the door for work, my oldest was walking her Westie dog, Bradley.  He looked at me with those happy eyes, smile, and had not an ounce of stress in his body.  “Wow!”, I thought.  “I wonder what it would be like to have a dog day?” Rest, play, chase a ball, rest, wag my tail, bark and my needs are met, and be happy and excited over just about anything (like crumbs on the floor).  I hate crumbs on the floor, they remind me of my dirty house, and children who don’t clean up after themselves.  My eight year old holds him like a baby on her hip, and he embraces her with licks to the face. Pure, simple, love.  I also think it would be totally cool to be so out of touch with reality you would wonder what that long thing on your back is,  and have fun chasing it. A dog day!

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  1. Libby says:

    We should declare “Dog for a Day!”, forewarning those who love us that we simply will not be available for “regular duties” on this day and that we are to be treated like the dog of the house. I’d come up a little short; the kids are gone and my dog is not a high priority. He gets his needs met, gets some loving and attention but doesn’t live the life of a dog in a family. I’d still be able to laze around quite a bit in my “dog day”! Sounds like YOU would have it made! Go for it – just make sure the humans are warned in advance!!! It would become another blog entry, for sure!


  2. Libby,
    I did not make the connection like you did about the pampering aspect! I love it! We just might take turns in our family putting a “dog day” on our calendar for each of us, and really pamper, with tender-loving care that person! Not a birthday, mother’s day, father’s day….just simply a dog day!


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