Hi again blog friends -- Alfie's World has been quiet lately as I've been investing time and emotional energy in other areas. Some big decisions have been brewing and we're excited for that. But in the meantime, who keeps me grounded, makes sure I laugh several times each day...oh yeah, and makes sure I get my exercise?
I'm considering the title 'personal assistant'...
Alfie may no longer be a service dog, but that doesn't keep him from helping me out with many important things. Sometimes I admit they are only important to him (such as alerting me that Hey! Look! The neighbor's dog is out AGAIN!); sometimes, though, he does help out in ways that are actually important to me. He is a very alert and curious boy and not much gets past him.
One very minor inconvenience in our new home is the old electric stove...I'm still trying to get used to its quirky performance and miss some of the conveniences of the newer model I used to have in Texas. I'll turn the oven on to bake something and keep having to go back to check it...it doesn't have a little beeper to let you know when it's up to temperature, and the guesswork can get frustrating.
That's where Alfie comes in -- twice now, he's actually come and alerted me when the oven was up to temperature. Apparently he hears the little click when the heating element switches off. Then he rushes over, gets my attention, and dashes back to the stove to show me what's going on. Of course he got lots of praise and a nice treat for that -- I can use all the kitchen help I can get, so I want to reinforce the cool new trick he's teaching himself!
Last night, I'd made us a yummy casserole (shepherd's pie with lots of mashed potatoes...mmm...), set the timer, and popped it in the oven. With a long time to wait while it baked, I went upstairs to work on the computer. Alfie was napping on the rug near my feet. Long before the timer was set to go off, though, he sprang up suddenly with a grrrUFF! and, making sure I was coming after him, raced down to the kitchen. I opened the oven door to find that the gravy in the casserole dish had just boiled over. Yikes! I think Alfie must have woken up when he heard the first drops sizzling on the bottom of the stove. Needless to say, I was glad he heard it when he did, saving me what could've been a very nasty cleanup job!
All in a day's work. PS -- Can I have some??