Ha roo, pups and cool cats. It's me, Zim. As many of you know, I like to pull my weight around the house - pitching in to help Mom wherever and whenever I can. So when I bopped into the bedroom the other day and saw her making the bed, I jumped right in to lend a paw.
"Oooh, sooooo comfy!"
I tried to get her to leave the bed as it was - you know, to save her some work and all - but she insisted on pulling the sheets and quilt up to the top of the bed.
That was cool with me. Being the hard worker that I am, I dug in to help. In fact, I dug all the covers that were at the bottom of the bed, and piled them in the middle. You know what that meant!
I know, some of you are wondering if "comfier" is a word. I had more important things to do other than worry about my vocabulary.
Before I knew it, Mom said I had done more than enough. Can you believe that? She was worried about me over-working. Mom's pretty sweet like that. She gave me the old, "Thank you, Zim! Good enough!" and pretty much chased me off the bed. I saw her start to work again, but before I could jump up there to help...
...Dave and Storm had already stepped up to the plate.
Are we stellar examples of Working Breed puppers or what!??!
PS: Note to Paco, Milo and Maya: We cannot get your blog to scroll down. We can in Google Reader, but not while on your blog! We read your post, via 'Reader, but can't leave a comment. Is anyone else having trouble with it?