Let Me Help

Lil’ Toot here. It’s Sunday. That’s when Mom takes the Sheets off the bed and tosses Them in the Washing Machine. Some Canines are threatened by that Contraption. Not Me. I listen carefully to be sure It’s not coming after Me. Then go about My Business. I love the Dryer. It’s warm and toasty. Living unstuck.

When I was Little Little, Mom would barricade the area to stop Me from getting into Mischief. When I grew bigger, I leaped over the Cushion. Voila! I’m here to Help. Mom laughed, then scooted Me around to get Things secured. Once, She almost rolled Me into a blanket. But I escaped. Whew! Saved once again. Living unstuck.

I wonder: Have You ever dreaded facing Ordinary Drudgery? Or is It all a Walk in the Park? I say: Look for amusement and Distraction wherever You can find It. Or You can search for Help, like Me. I’m full up with Mom, though. That’s living unstuck. #unstuck-living#help-from-a-puppy

Warning: our dog flunked out of obedience school.

—Open Roads Brands