The cheek of it. Of course, I can have another rest break just minutes after my last one if I want. Who does she think she is? My Owner???? Pfft, she wishes.
Us guide dogs work hard. Okay, so maybe most of them work harder than me as I do like the more relaxed approach to life but so what? I am who I am. Here I sit against this lovely tree, taking in my surrounds and feeling one with nature.
Some would suggest that I am sitting here watching the squirrel in a nearby tree, wondering if my maid that I am with will let me go and play chase with it but no I am quietly sitting her observing the surrounding area, carrying out a risk assessment for my maid. I mean, if we were both to go up the tree with said squirrel just to say hi. I know her clumsiness would cause a kerfuffle.
The sceptical among the two legged less hairy race may think that I need extra rest today after helping Angus the cat eat his left-over food and helping clean up the debris on the floor when the bag of chips from the chip shop ended up there. The silly maid left it too close to the edge of the kitchen unit and when I put my front paws on the unit to check what it was, I happened to knock it off with my larger than life nose. Not only was I demonstrating my sniffer dog detection abilities, but I also went that extra mile to unwrap the packaging with my nimble paws and eat up the slip hazard that lay in front of us. I know, I am all heart.
To those who do not know how regal beings such as I work, they may think that my sit-down protest by the tree could be since my cruel maid has said I cannot go into the river for a bank holiday dip. Apparently, I have had enough swims this week and she won’t have time to shower me for work tomorrow. How can she not love my soggy doggy river smell when it is my favourite smell in the World? My au natural aroma apparently is not that alluring to the two legged less hairy race that walk this earth. What is wrong with these people? Do they not know canine class when they smell it?
As I look longingly into the maid’s friend’s camera, I hope that my adoring fans realize how hard I work and deserve these impromptu rests. My squirrel resistant resilience that lives in my food filled stomach in my Olympic swimming physique body is just one aspect of me. My tolerance of the hired help that believes that she is the boss, should be officially recognised. My regal standing in the canine kingdom, should be respected by those of lower standing than I. As I am part poodle, my innate intelligence should allow me automatic entry into Mensa. Do I need to list anymore?
The humble part of me, however, is willing to carry on with this walk today in my own time. You cannot rush perfection and that is what I am. I think my maid has guessed by now after the two years together. that I am the leader and she must follow. She knows her place and I know mine.
Whatever the reason, take time to rest. A rested soul will always have enough energy to catch up with life when it is good and ready and show up to adventures that are waiting for them.