...the more they remain the same.
So I've taken a page from Kal's book of life and grabbed my camera on my way out the door to deliver some biscuits. We still do our own deliveries around town - no more cross Canada jaunts for this Prairie girl. It's a great chance to get out and talk to the store owners, see what's new, visit each store's resident dog or cat (or both) I've learned to pack my little accord to the roof but today it was a smaller load so I had room for my co-pilot - Cooper.
Cooper likes to sit in the back so he can run from window to window. That's not as convenient when he's in the front (or safe). Cooper HATED the car when we first got him. HATED IT. Freaked him out, made him sick. It didn't help that he had one wonky leg when we got him from the Humane Society - damaged nerves from something or someone. The motion of the car would send him flying because he couldn't balance properly. And he would always pick the worst time to stand up to have a look. But to get to the off-leash dog parks he had to go in the car so he eventually got used to it. One of his strategies to this day is to keep one leg on the floor. I believe I've heard of the same technique used by people lying in bed, very early in the morning, trying to remember why tequila shots are even suggested by friends.
It works well for him. Sometimes I'm offended because he seems to be passing judgment on my driving. By the way Mom, we are stopped at a red light while I am taking this - just so you know.
So the great part about being in the pet industry is that it is perfectly acceptable, and expected, to have a dog hanging out with you while you work. And in return for his "help" delivering biscuits, he get to visit a foreign dog park. New terrain, new bums and lots of exploring. Good times!
Next week it's Curly's turn!
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