Nose to the grindstone today, a full shift as a working dog. I get to meet loads of customers and I had a really important job this morning when cash arrived and I stood as security guard while it was counted and put in the safe.
I take these duties very seriously and am justly rewarded. I had chicken for breakfast (don’t tell Marley Cat who lurves chicken and will be angry he missed out) and was paid in full with a lovely new toy. Think I’ll take him home cos he may not be there the next time I’m in the shop.
Mum’s away so I have been at boot camp the past week. Mostly had fun: two walks a day, cats that play with me (sometimes even when I’m not feeling playful…) games with the sprog.
Today, however, my Irish aunt said I had to earn my keep and I had to go and work for the day. Boy, wasn’t sure about this but, as ever, I ventured forth with enthusiasm – too much maybe as I got told off for pulling on the lead.
We got to her work and, yes, I remembered the rules:
* 1. Don’t pee on the bags
* 2. Don’t bark at the customers
*3. Only greet a customer if they are dog friendly.
OK, I got it – and whoop, whoop, our day began. Lots of people came and most people gave me loads of fuss and cuddles. This work palaver is a piece of cake! Think I’ll earn my keep more often. Happy days.
I still miss my mum though.