My name is Roman, and in case you’ve never been introduced, I am the only male living in the Mercy home. I’m pretty important around here; and if I see you haven’t taken this into account when you visit I will certainly oblige your humanness by reminding you through chewing on your purse or shoes. I won’t damage them (I’m not that sort of puppy) just enough to get that jolt of adrenaline of fear I might have ruined it. Once at graduation, Christina thought the day was about her – but I kindly reminded her by eating just a bit of her testimony before she went up to share. She got in line quickly.
I am running for Mercy because each one of the residents in this house are the best tummy-rubbers, treat-givers, pull rocks out of my teeth, clean up my messes, put my flea-treatment on, brush my hair, adjust my harnessers in the whole entire world. If they weren’t at Mercy, who would be here to adorn me with love and affection?
See, it’s hard to train humans. They think because, they are bigger than I am, that their way is the better one. Of course I pretend to give in to
them– sitting when they repeat ‘wah, wah’ and look at me like I should write out a mathematical equation. If I do this for them, I get what I want– which is to get them to throw the most beautifully fantastic yellow bouncy ball ever! Floppity, flop I tear down the hall to get it WAY before them, so fast it’s like they weren’t even TRYING to get it. Suckers. All the glory is mine! If they get uppity and start ignoring me all I have to do is roll over on my back and shoot them a little sigh…. In no time they are ‘oooing and ahhhing’ in my direction; a little praise helps settle a stomach.
But these humans seem pretty special to me. Especially the ones who are always here, they are my special humans. For some reason, they all have extra love to give me and receive my kisses and snuggles with tears and joy. It’s like they are big sponges for it! Sometimes I see them crying like a leaky sponge, those days I give them an extra snuggle. I don’t know why but a few of my favourite humans are really angry or really anxious sometimes. I think some of them can’t help it. I’ve met dogs like that before. I see them in the park and their owners are very nice to them, so the dog becomes not very nice too. Makes me really happy my humans aren’t like that all the time, phew I’d be scared and leave them! Don’t worry about me though, remember, I have them trained *wink.
But the special humans that have been here a really long time – they don’t get angry or anxious so much; they are happier. Even if I forget to do my very private business outside and do it on the white carpets instead, they don’t punish me – they just make sure I take a longer walk next time to remember.
So they’re all preparing for a REALLY BIG walk in a few weeks. Mostly to celebrate how much they love walking me, but I think also so they can keep the lights on and keep helping my most special humans. Seems like a good cause, so I’ve lent all four of my paws! Please make a donation or join my team – Roman’s Rovers. We going to have the most fun on May 12th! While you’re at it let me know why you’re running for Mercy, over at Mercy’s facebook page