Grooming the dogs

I slept funny last night, all stiff and sore today. My attempts at housework were feeble at best. So I did the only thing I could think of that wouldn't hurt me. I would brush the dogs' teeth. Molson, the heaviest Great Dane, would be first up with Pepsi, the Boxer, on deck and Torque, the oldest Great Dane, in the whole.
I walked outside where all the dogs were sun bathing and simply said, "Molson".
Here I come Mom, you're wish is my command - these are the thoughts that I percieve him to have by his body language and general demeanor. I wait by our door and brush his sleek, a little dusty, black and white body. He soaks up the attention.
F ollowing me into the house, I'm sure he's wondering what's next. I brush his teeth and check the length of his toenails.
By the time I repeated this process with all three dogs I felt a better sense of control. My dogs always remind me that I am loveable, respectable, and that things don't have to be hard.