When my Queen needs me, she just rings the bell… and I come running, eager to serve her!
My wife is my Queen. Let’s just clear that up. She is my light, my life, my love. I recently bought her a bell, a “service bell” we call it. I’m so well-trained to it’s sound that even when she playfully rings it to see the dogs reactions, I attend to her. I go into a ‘servant mode’ and ask her what she needs.
She finds this quite funny at times. But at least she knows it works. And that’s what’s important.
