04/21/2026
Day 25 — From My Dog’s Perspective
Hi. It’s Bentley. Just clearing a few things up.
I do hear everything the first time. I just like to think about it before I respond. When she says “wanna go work?” I get excited because it means we’re going somewhere. I assume it’s quick. It is not quick.
My mom has some medical things going on, and I can smell them. When they change, I tell her. Sometimes she listens right away. Sometimes she says she’s fine. She is, in fact, not fine. So I try again until she does.
Every once in a while we end up in an ambulance. Not my favourite outings, but important ones. The people there are always kind, and they help my mom. I stay close and do my job.
She also forgets where she parks the car, so I’ve gotten very good at finding it. Nose work.
Then there’s Teddy, my smallest human. I supervise. I participate. I handle quality control. She shares snacks, so I stay close. She also puts accessories on me and hosts tea parties. I allow it.
The older I get, the less interested I am in being friendly with everyone. I prefer my people, and I’d really appreciate it if strangers kept their hands to themselves. Especially around Teddy. That’s my baby.
Puppies are loud and disrespect personal space. I don’t enjoy them. Older dogs learning the job? I like those. I show them how it’s done.
And dad… I love dad. He’s stingy with affection, so any pets are a good day. He doesn’t love the hair, but he deals with it.
These days I like the simple things. Long walks. Ice cream. And my vest staying on the hook.
I’ve done my job. I still check in. I still keep an eye on things.
And I think I’ve earned that.
