Mr. Digby is an Old English Sheepdog who was born in New Zealand and lives in Hawaii. He's the head of the family and so not much gets done unless the Digger Boo is participating. He is now four years old and has learned many skills of his own training.
First job of the day is to deliver the paper to Dad in the bed. The mummy generally drives him to the bottom of their Road to fetch the newspaper, then, when they get back and out of the car, Digs takes the bundled up paper in his mouth and rushes up the stairs. Getting there hinges upon if he gets deflected along the way. A pair of sport shoes is usually good as an misdirection. He does not however chew or shred the paper being a fan of the written word. Well he must be as he has never so much as masticated on a book or magazine. If it doesn't make it to the bedside, it will be somewhere on the stairs expecting to be retrieved by whomever.
And so off to the kitchen to assist with taking out the garbage. He downs the waste bin and worries at the liner until it comes loose. This done, he then continues to drag it to the garage for transportation to the transfer station. The chance here is if he does catch the top of the plastic bag where in most of the refuse stays in the bag until it gets to the garage. The not so lucky help is if he gets the plastic liner anyplace else as this leads in a trail of refuse from the kitchen through three rooms to the garage. This is completely done at neck breaking speed as the tasks he accomplishes each day are many.
After a fast lap up of water from his bowl, he is then away to the bedroom to assist make the bed. This entails his interpretation of fluffing the pillows by tossing them high in the air. Where they land is not all important as he can bound all over them to be sure not one dust particle remains, some of the times feathers too. Then it is off to the wash with Dad's underwear and socks. Sometimes they make it and sometimes not. There has to be a private cache someplace in the house and to be honest we have recovered one under a sofa in the television room and then another in his toy basket, but there is still a lot missing. Folding up sheets is a particular accomplishment as first a nest must be made by snapping up any section of sheet and racing in little circles until a nice tight wad has been accomplished.
Whew, he's so employed. But wait, the Mom and Dad are starting breakfast so it's off at a run for some scrambled egg, maybe. Just look cute with your head on one side and that's a winner. Oh well, time for a quick snooze before he assists with a gardening project, but that's for next time. - 29953
First job of the day is to deliver the paper to Dad in the bed. The mummy generally drives him to the bottom of their Road to fetch the newspaper, then, when they get back and out of the car, Digs takes the bundled up paper in his mouth and rushes up the stairs. Getting there hinges upon if he gets deflected along the way. A pair of sport shoes is usually good as an misdirection. He does not however chew or shred the paper being a fan of the written word. Well he must be as he has never so much as masticated on a book or magazine. If it doesn't make it to the bedside, it will be somewhere on the stairs expecting to be retrieved by whomever.
And so off to the kitchen to assist with taking out the garbage. He downs the waste bin and worries at the liner until it comes loose. This done, he then continues to drag it to the garage for transportation to the transfer station. The chance here is if he does catch the top of the plastic bag where in most of the refuse stays in the bag until it gets to the garage. The not so lucky help is if he gets the plastic liner anyplace else as this leads in a trail of refuse from the kitchen through three rooms to the garage. This is completely done at neck breaking speed as the tasks he accomplishes each day are many.
After a fast lap up of water from his bowl, he is then away to the bedroom to assist make the bed. This entails his interpretation of fluffing the pillows by tossing them high in the air. Where they land is not all important as he can bound all over them to be sure not one dust particle remains, some of the times feathers too. Then it is off to the wash with Dad's underwear and socks. Sometimes they make it and sometimes not. There has to be a private cache someplace in the house and to be honest we have recovered one under a sofa in the television room and then another in his toy basket, but there is still a lot missing. Folding up sheets is a particular accomplishment as first a nest must be made by snapping up any section of sheet and racing in little circles until a nice tight wad has been accomplished.
Whew, he's so employed. But wait, the Mom and Dad are starting breakfast so it's off at a run for some scrambled egg, maybe. Just look cute with your head on one side and that's a winner. Oh well, time for a quick snooze before he assists with a gardening project, but that's for next time. - 29953
About the Author:
If you are a dog lover, and really, who wouldn't be, you will also have stories of your special pet probably just like these. But these stories are about Mr. Digby and I hope you will enjoy them. Mr. Digby was born in Tawa, a small town just out of Wellington in the North Island of New Zealand. enter Mr Digby Mr. Digby was born in New Zealand. He is a charming character.
