Tiny chumley was intrigued by the crafty sounds of coming out of the garage that filled the humid night air. Tempted, to cross the invisible line which he was not allowed to pass so that he could join the hubbub and become the little helper he likes to think he is, curiously checking out everything and lending a wet nose to whatever is the focus of that attention. But the garage was no place for my little helper's usual kind of help this past weekend. Much to his chagrin, buzzing circular saws, whirring drills, and mounds of sawdust meant Baxter had to stay safely in the foyer, far away from exactly where it was he wanted to be. Unable to "help". And so, occasionally joining the cacophony of power tools, a soft and polite reminder whimper from the little kielbasa. Loosely translated as i am here, and i am waiting for you to tell me it is okay to come, and please can i come now?
Sorry baby dog. But tomorrow you'll see it was all worthwhile.
4 comments:
Baxter!
It is not funny when you are not allowed to help, right?
But... sounds like they have a nice surprise for you!
I will be back to know about it!
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
Hi Baxter!
I bet it will all be worth it. I would love to help around the house too!
reina
Who could resist that face?!?!
I am sure that you would be the best supervisor of any construction project, as all Dachshunds are born with these credentials! Your suggestions and oversight must have been sent through the amazing 'Dachshund Mind Control Feature' that I know you deployed from your position in the foyer. Oskar uses his frequently, punctuated with whines and groans. Very effective!
Yes, this project is worthwhile because of you, little muse!!
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