I got a bath so that I would smell good. I’m not sure what the big deal is about smelling good, but Mom seems to think it is important.
People came over one Day. They ate food and petted me and played with me. The Boy came over too. It is always a good day when the Boy comes over.
No food fell on the floor. Oh, well! I still got dinner.
The next day I went to church, just to visit. I met a few people. One lady Mom particularly wanted me to meet. At first I was shy, but after a little while I decided to let her scratch my tummy.
Her dog died recently. She needed a tummy to scratch. I was glad to do it. It’s one of my jobs.
I wish people would realize that these things are important. Dogs do. We realize that one of our jobs is to let people scratch our tummies.