Helper Dog

August 25, 2019
On Ur Way RV Park
Onawa, Iowa

Dad has been telling me that I need to earn my keep so I have given it some serious thought.  I have decided to step up and become a 'helper dog'....making life a bit better for those around me.  Of course to be totally honest, there is an ulterior motive to my plan.  You see, Dad always has to sit down in his chair and put on his shoes before we can go out and play.  Now if I just help him with that task, I'm beginning to earn my keep, as well as getting to playtime quicker.  Sounds like the perfect plan to me.  I spring up behind Dad in his chair and.....

 he turns to me and asks why I have to be a pain in my a.. backside!!  Well!!!  I was really taken aback by that.  I'm 'helper dog' here at work.....earning my keep and some serious playtime.

Last night Uncle Steve and Dad grilled chicken for dinner.  Momma had set the table in our rig.  Dad brought in two pieces of chicken for Momma and himself.  Uncle Steve brought in 3 pieces of chicken for .....hey, there is only two of them....and 3 pieces.  Here I come to save the day.  I just knew someone was going to over eat and be uncomfortable so......before you could blink an eye.....I snatched one piece off that platter so quick that no one knew what had happened until they heard the thud as the piece landed on the floor.  You see, it was a bit warm as it had just come off the grill.  Well,  you should have seen Dad jump to action.  Hey, I'm helper dog not 'pain in my a..' dog.  Can't you see I was just trying to help?  I'm earning my keep!!  

We have had lots of new neighbors every night here.  The park begins to fill up as the afternoon turns to evening but by mid morning, they have all departed.  I guess they are taking the name of this campground to heart....On Ur Way.  We won't be on our way until all the overnighted parts arrive and are installed on Aunt Carol and Uncle Steve's rig.  That might happen on Tuesday which means we will be On OUR Way on Wednesday.  I have offered to help get under the rig and lend a helping paw but Dad has told Momma that I am NOT invited and to keep me away.  Now Dad, how am I going to learn anything about wrenches and bearings?  

I guess it's my turn to be a helper dog to Momma.  What do you mean I'm in your way and under foot while you are baking?  I'm just ready to help out if anything should hit the floor.  

I guess I'll just curl up and have sweet, tasty dreams about how that piece of grilled chicken would have tasted if I had been able to chew each morsel before letting it slide it's way to the bottom of my belly.  

I'm Chloe