My dad often takes me to the local Rona hardware store, I am allowed inside as they donít sell food and I seem to be popular with the Humans there. When I go in they all greet me and make a fuss, as well as giving me a dog biscuit. They even let me behind the counter and I can stand up and put my two front paws on the counter and pretend to be helpful.
Then I go to find Dad and help him. One day I though he could use a new pencil, one of those big ones he uses to mark the wood. I picked it up and followed him to the truck jumped in and we drove home, to go and finish of the chicken house. When I dropped the pencil in the truck he thanked me and told me I shouldnít do that and that he would tell the people at the Rona to add the pencil to his bill, the next time he was there.
I always try to take Dadís pencil from him when I think itís time to stop working I hide them in my crate under the blanket, pencils are easier than hammers, metal on your teeth is not so pleasant, also pencils are chewable.