Perhaps Jake has changed his mind...

We've always had a standing family joke - all dogs want to be a part of our family.  If you were a dog, you'd want to be.  A family friend once said that we treat our dogs like they're people.  In truth, our dogs actually think they're people.  Life is good in our household - plenty of room to run, good handouts (ie, STEAK fat), loads of attention, stimulating conversation and for Jake, the occasional new bandana for around his neck.  Currently, he's stylin' a bright yellow bandana in the traditional bandana pattern.  We can't help it.  It's what a family chock-full of Blossoms does to a male dog - dress him up!  Anyway, I looked outside today and wondered if Jake changed his mind - about being a dog in this family, I mean.  Lately, Skeeter has decided that Jake needs to be trained, trained to pull a sled, that is.  You see, Scooter, Skeeter and Skipper are supposed to clean up all the bark that falls in the process of cutting and stacking wood.  They then transport it to the compost pile across the yard.  That entails loading it onto a bright red sled that most normal people use for winter time fun.  Not us.  It's a kids' version of haulin' thangs (translation: "hauling things").  And Skeeter is all about efficiency.  This does not surprise me, as she is her father's daughter.  So, this morning, Jake had to undergo another session of sled-training.  Surprisingly, he's taken to her homemade won-in-Sunday-School Winnie-the-Pooh jump-rope harness quite well.  He's been pulling bark to and fro.  I wonder if he's having second thoughts though.  At least his tail is still wagging.