They put me to work.
Can you believe it? What an outrage! Making a golden girl like me, WORK! The idea is just ludicrous I tell you. Ludicrous.
I deserve to be pampered. That’s right, pampered. What is up with this work stuff? A golden girl like me deserves to lay in the sun, visit the spa, chase squirrels, and have people ogle over me.
Work. For crying out loud. I’d like to file a protest over here!
I don’t see Leda being put to work. So why me?
I’ll tell you what I think. I think it’s a crying shame for a beauty like me to have to work. That’s what.
So let me tell you how it went down.
Apparently, I’m a little crazy sometimes. At least, that’s what they say. But I don’t see it. I mean, sure I’m a little crazy when I see a squirrel. And yeah, I’m a little crazy when there’s something I want to go see and sniff. And I tend to dart back and forth, forcing my Papa to almost fall over.
Okay, so maybe I’m just a little crazy.
Mama said I needed a job to do. To give me purpose.
I’m not sure where she came up with this idea. But she does read a lot. And Mama usually knows what she’s talking about. I still don’t like where this is going…
So Mama pulled out this backpack. It used to belong to another pup who was apparently much larger than me. Mama spent a lot of time tugging and pulling straps, while I stood there like a model for her.
And apparently it belonged to a boy, because it’s blue. I can’t believe it’s blue. People already think I’m a boy because I’m so tall. Now I’m carrying a blue back pack. For crying out loud this is just ridiculous.
So Mama put two small bladders of water in the pack, one on each side, along with a bowl and a first aid pouch. Mama says it’s important to balance the weight out. I think she did a good job.
I really want to know why Leda doesn’t have to carry a pack too. Mama says Leda is older. And I am stronger. So I get the pack. Then she reminded me that Leda has a job to do too.
Leda has to carry the poo bags. That’s because she poops EVERYWHERE. I’m not kidding you either. If there’s an inconvenient, embarrassing place to poop, Leda will do it.
So Mama started making her carry the poo bags, along with a clip so she could carry her own poop until we come across a waste can.
Gee, it must be embarrassing to carry your own poop.
My first outing with my back pack was our quick hike along Nigel Creek.
I hate to admit it, but I think maybe Mama was right after all. Because this time I wasn’t yanking Papa all over the place. Instead, I was leaning into him. So much I almost pushed him over instead of pull him over.
And then it dawned on me. Somehow, Mama tricked us. And I can’t believe I fell for it.
She tricked us because now, me and Leda are carrying our own gear. And she doesn’t have to carry it for us anymore. Now I’m starting to think this was her plan all along.
I don’t really need a job. Mama was just trying to get out of her own work! I’d like to file another protest please!
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