The Squirmy Worm

I hate doing what has to be done. Washing the windows, rotating the tires, taking down the Christmas tree before Memorial Day – these are things that we, as responsible adults, are expected to do. But what about the Golden Retriever? What do they consider the drudgery of every day life?


Simple: They don’t.

There is simply nothing that occurs to them that they consider drudgery because everything is a party. Case in point: the bath. I am sure Vegas could define this activity in her bottom five least favorite activities. She stands there stoically, enduring the water down, soaping, rinsing. At time of release from the torture chamber (bathroom) she begins the dance. Zig zag down the family room floor, rubbing her face on the carpet. Zig zag back, rubbing her soggy red nose on the couch. Double spin (degree of difficulty here is high), grabbing the tail, appear to swoon, and land on her back for the ultimate expression of joy – all four paws in the air, back on the ground, squirming. If she was standing on two legs while she was doing this she would look like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. This dance has a name in our house – the Squirmy Worm.

She takes the lemon and makes lemonade. She takes the bath and makes the dance.

The next time you have to rotate your tires try this: Dance in the lounge area while you wait for your car to be delivered. Imitate John Travolta. You may get some strange looks but you will laugh at yourself and the memory of yourself looking really silly. Let me know what happens.