It is summer, and with summer comes hot days, and hot dogs (puppy-pun intended), and warm evenings. Evenings that are just right for relaxing around a fire.
But as you gentle humans know, before you can have a campfire you need to collect the firewood. Dad decided to have a fire, and so I helped him get the fuel necessary. You see, being a golden retriever, I am very good at, well, retrieving! After all, that is what I am.
And I knew where a lot of pieces of wood were in the pasture just right for chewing … I mean, burning. So I ran off to get them for dad.
Each time I brought dad a stick I would gently give it to him. No, not really. I would play tug-a-stick with him. We like to play that game, and so I would pretend to pull the stick out of his hand. We would go around and around in circles with the stick, until I finally let him have it.
Who says you can’t have a little fun with your work?
Afterwards, the whole family gathered around the campfire and relaxed. They were going to roast marshmallows, but apparently there were none in the house. (No, I know what you are thinking, but I didn’t eat them!) So we just sat there and enjoyed the warm summer evening.
For me, it was a little sad. while I liked the fire, I didn’t like to see all my favorite sticks and branches going up in flame like that. Tomorrow I guess I’ll have to go around and find some more to chew and play with.