As a young boy I knew early on I was meant to be a foreman. So much so, my first word was “woof
I’ve learned over my twenty-something dog years that being the crown foreman isn’t just a job, it’s a lifestyle—& it’s a doggone good one. It may not be easy work, but it’s pawnest, I always say.
I find myself most happy on the wooftop, barking at my hoomans with hammers, & marking my territory all over the job site. It’s my comfort place; it’s where I belong.
My dogs ask how I keep woofing day after day. The pressure is high as the foreman to continue to produce 5-Paw-Woofs
. But somehow, everyday, I rise with the sun, put my tool belt on, grab a dingo, & woof on.