More from Chase the Shelter Dog! KP Duty by Peggy Zortman
Chase here – Former Shelter Dog
When I came to the Summit to take care of Mister and Missus I took on many jobs. My favorite is cleanup or as Mister calls it…KP DUTY.
My family spends a lot of time in the kitchen. Both Mister and Missus like to cook but they drop stuff. I’m right there to clean up anything that lands on the floor…wouldn’t want anyone to slip and fall. Sometimes it’s a race to see who gets there first.
I have a rug right in the middle of the action. It’s in front of the sink and gives me a perfect spot to watch all that goes on. Mister and Missus walk around me but now and then a foot ends up on my tail. They apologize and I move to the doorway.
My KP duties also include tasting- although neither Mister nor Missus seem to understand my need to do this. I’ll give you some examples…
I hadn’t lived here long when Missus put a hot pineapple upside down cake on the counter to cool. When she left the room I stretched my short legs and long body as far as I could and took a bite…then another…then another. That’s when Missus came back and yelled at me. She didn’t understand. It was good cake.
Then there was that giant meatloaf Mister made for a family reunion. I watched and waited. It smelled wonderful. It came out of the oven and was placed on the counter to cool. Mister cut it in half so I was sure he wouldn’t miss part of it. I waited for my chance then helped myself. I took it under the table where Mister found me. He didn’t understand. It was good meatloaf.
I’ve also tried raw steak being made ready for the grill as well as a variety of cookies and muffins (blueberry’s my favorite). Lately though the food is pushed too far back. I can’t reach it.
At mealtime I have a special place to be, right at the foot of the chairs where Mister and Missus sit. Something always falls and I’m right there to take care of it. Sometimes Mister or Missus even hand me a bite. Maybe they do understand.
I’m very good (maybe even expert) at my KP job. Why the other day I was napping all curled up way at the back of my man cave when I heard the Missus. I knew right away she was getting a cookie from that container where she keeps them hidden. I was up and at her side in a split second. You never know when you might have to clean up a crumb.
My work doesn’t end in the kitchen. When Mister lies down on the couch to watch the evening news he usually takes along what he calls a snack. I take up my place on my rug by his side and just wait…crumbs and more are my reward. And when company comes…well that’s a whole other story.
Yep! KP Duty is my very favorite job. Wait…hear that? I Gotta to go, Missus just opened the refrigerator door.
This is Chase signing out.
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