Assistance Given

Last summer we went through phase 1 of downsizing things out of our house. I waited for remorse over loosing long loved items and none came. I have enjoyed the freedom of more space. We are now into phase 2 and more things are going. Each weekend more rooms and closets are tackled also why the blogs are fewer and farther apart. This weekend it was the basement storage rooms. Shiloh, an old hand at jobs, finds a corner to lie in and settles in for a long nap. Occasionally he'll lift his head to make sure are progressing at a steady pace and once reassured goes back to sleep.

Trekker, on the other hand, feels that cleaning is a collaborative job. As a member of our family it was his job to help. His nose is into every nook and corner. We did not need a broom. Trekker found everything that had fallen under shelves over the years. He quickly discovered that if he ran with the item we would be right behind negotiating with food for the stolen item. Our trash pile grew and grew as we cleaned, but Trekker (the little helper that he is) took it upon himself to relocate much of that too. He felt the rec room sofa was a much more comfortable spot to check out his new treasures. When night fell I have never seen him so tired. He could barely lift his head. Or maybe it was such a full stomach for a smart negotiator.