I know I am young, but I have learned that a happy life is a balanced life. Life can not be all fun and games, or all intellect, or all work. One must find a balance and I think I have gotten there, or at least I am getting there. Let me show you what I mean.
Play. Play is important.
For me play means a good stick.
Oh yea, this is a good one. I love me a good stick.
This here stick was one of my Angle Brother Gooses beaver sticks. I love chewing it, throwing it, running with it; you know playing with it.
But like I said one needs balance. And when play time is over I head into the house...
For a little intellect time.
Nothing beats reading a good book. Momma and I read together each and every day. Sometimes she reads to me and other times I read to her.
But dear friends while play is fun and reading is fun one must also work. Work can be fun also. I like to work. I often help my momma work. She says, "Many hands make light the work." And that is true, even truer when some of those hands are paws. Like the other night. I was helping my momma do laundry and ironing.
I am such a big help. Momma irons and I fold the laundry. I estimate I cut my momma's work time in half. Which means we have more time for play and reading.