Saturday SlobberLove

escort Sometimes on Saturday, after a day and a night and a morning filled with sad news that renders our gigantic Beagle/Terrier mix spirit helpless, we like to figure out a way to contribute to humanity’s heartache regardless of our small stature and so on our early morning walk down to the beach with our dad, we offer some customized, safety and escorting services to strangers that happen to be jogging by and we find that this brings us solace—to be kind and to help—even if the person we’re helping has no idea who we are.  Even if the person we’re tending to with all our body and soul thinks we’re just some drooly hound off-leash we keep our composure and we honor this person as if they were our own Greenie provider and we promise ourselves that we’ll remember to be this way more.  We’ll remember to look upon others as special pieces of cargo we’ve been put on this earth to protect and we’ll try to forget about all of our own petty worries about pooping in the rain and just focus on being a good boy, being an exemplary, caring assistant who is an open hearted companion to every last person who crosses our path.

Hello How May I Understand You?
Helper Hound Number Ninety Nine Million

4 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    Humanity’s heartache is huge but Cooper’s guidance and courage does provide a temporary safe harbor. Love you Mother Cooper Theresa.

  2. Hilary says:

    Only you could say it so well, Coop.
    Love that beach, and wishing I lived closer to one.
    A little “greenie” with jealousy, here, Coop.
    Just sayin.

  3. Rowan says:

    I model myself after the dog more and more.

  4. Some dogs really are that way, aren’t they? It is more than a little amazing.