Dinner Party Preps - Working Dogs!

Woo, everypupper. It's me, Dave. As I'm sure you know, the Siberian Husky is in the "Working Breed" group, according to the AKC. (And despite what somepuppy around here might say, I am a Siberian Husky!) To get to the point of today's blog... I thought I'd show you some examples of just how hard we work around here! Mom and Dad had company over for dinner the other night, and I shot some pix of our work!
First, Amber saw mom going around with a "duster".

"Oh, no!!! Where's Zim?"
She thought the duster looked WAY too familiar and was a bit concerned. Mom rounded the redheads up in the kitchen - all tails present and accounted for. Am felt much better after that.

"Whew!"
Then Zim and I noticed our quilt had just been washed. We thought we should fluff it up a bit.

Mom came in and kept saying, "Thanks, boys. That's a huge help." Her voice sounded a little funny, but it was probably filled with emotion, being thrilled with how much work we were lifting off her shoulders.
"Sure, mom, no sweat. We're a Working Breed, afterall!" I had Am take our picture.
Mom made a foccaccia and needed to put it in the oven. She really should have cleared it with Stormy first - this is her favorite hangout!

Mom commented on how hard it was to reach across her and into the hot oven. Hey, Stormy's just making sure mom gets plenty of stretching in. Gotta keep those muscles loose, you know!? Isn't Stormy considerate?
While I was in the kitchen complimenting Storm on her hard work, I walked over to look out the back door. "Hey! Where did my nose art go? Where are my smudgies???!!?? Stormy, check this out!"

Storm took this picture, then told me I should put the nose smudgies back on the door. "How else are the guests going to find our house?" she asked. Storm is so smart!

Here I am, hard at work, reconstructing my lovely nose art. Pup, did I get tired!
I decided to go uh... pull guard duty in the bedroom for a while. On my way through the living room, I saw my little brother once again doing battle with the evil Dyson. (Our friend Tubey has some cool action shots of Zim from before we started the Ao4 Digest.) Zim is really brave. Look at him, going right up to the evil Dyson!

"Hey! Hey, evil Dyson! Who took all my fur off this carpet?!?!? Where'd it go? Who took it?"

"YOU! You've got it, you evil Dyson! Give it back! Spit it out! What's that thing the bipeds say? 'DROP IT'!"
The evil Dyson wouldn't give Zimmie his fur back, so he worked hard shedding more onto the carpet before the guests arrived.
I know you all can appreciate just how much hard work we put into getting the house ready for the dinner party. I think the guests did - they showed up with a big gift basket stuffed full of things like a box of Milkbones, a canvas sqeaky toy, a Kong bone on a rope, a Souper Size Nylabone, and other stuff! Isn't that cool??!!??
I'm still a little worn out from the other night - best go get some much-needed rest. Woo to you again soon!
Luv,
Dave