I love dogs.
Before kindergarten began, I had a red and blue cash register that slowly but surely was filled with all of the gold dollars I had received from the tooth fairy (who gave me 2 per tooth) and all of the birthday money and spare change I was allowed to keep up with myself. I was four, and somehow I had tricked my parents into allowing me to keep up with almost $200.
And I figured that surely, $200 was enough to buy a dog. And that if I could pay for it, what was the big deal? (My four-year-old self wasn’t aware to account for the double ACL surgeries, food, pills and boarding fees also associated with my precious pup.)
I suppose I somehow convinced my parents (I don’t think I saved up $200 again until I had a job in high school), and on the day of kindergarten graduation, I had myself a chocolate lab named Daisy May Testino.
I loved her and she loved me. We were two peas in a pod, who often wore the same clothes, had the same nail polish, and slept in the same twin bed for several years. She worked so hard to make my family and I all so happy.
And while the phrase “work like a dog” may mean more along the lines of those ones up in Alaska or the ones who dig really giant holes in the backyard or the ones who keep track of the sheep, my pup worked hard too. It’s nice to remember her on “Work Like a Dog” day today.
To celebrate, I unfortunately did more of the “sit in front of a computer at a coffee shop” work than the “run and play and make people happy” work. But, it was my own version of fun: several edited articles later, and I can move on to writing some of my own.
(Not to mention that yesterday I was able to have the day to myself. And nap. Color. And celebrate Chocolate Chip Cookie Day with a double doozie for dinner.)