Moe Speaks: Goals, Year 3

As some of you may know, my 2nd birthday is tomorrow. I'm still not sure what Mom has up her sleave for my present, but I'm always game for surprises.

Like this morning--we got up early and took a car ride, just me and Mom. It wasn't a long car ride, like when we go to Manga and Panga's; but it wasn't a short ride, like around town--it was something in between.

When we got to where we were going, we went into a classroom with just a few other dogs. As I listened I figured out that this was a class for therapy dogs, that is, dogs that go visit with sick humans and make them feel better. I think I'd be good at that. I'm always super sweet when Mom is sick, and I'm really good at making people laugh. You know what they say about laughter being the best medicine!

The Nice Teacher of my class had us do lots of walking around and sitting and staying. Mom said I did OK. We're not going to take the test right away, because I need to work hard on a few things like learning to lay on a towel and that tennis balls aren't always toys (although I certainly don't understand why I'd want to learn that last part). But Mom said she thinks we can be ready for the March test.

All of this reminded me that I haven't made my traditional list of birthday goals for next year yet. So, since now is as good a time as any, here goes...

1. Senior Earthdog--Mom told me the other day that this is going to be MY year--this is going to be our biggest goal. We're going to go to lots of fun days and as many trials as our buggy will take us to (and maybe even one a little further, but I'll save that surprise for later).

2. Participate in Dog Scouts--We didn't make it to meetings very well last year (OK, at all) but Mom found out the other day that the meeting day has changed to a time that will be much better for us, so we're going to go try it out.

3. Become a Therapy Dog--Mom has been waiting for me to grow up a little before we do therapy stuff; since I'm 2 now she thinks it's time. What I really want to do is become a R.E.A.D. dog, since I especially like the small humans.

4. Perfect my "Meerkat" trick--O.K., obviously this is much more Mom's goal than mine--why would I want to do something so humiliating, after all? She thinks that someday she's going to get me to do it without using a treat. Good luck with that Mom!