...and decided that I'd take the first shift to help Mom. We knew there was a big job ahead of us and being the Working Breed pups that we are, we knew to pace ourselves!
I got right to work, putting myself in the perfect position to help Mom while she was lugging everything up the stairs.
|"I'm all set, Mom. And ... trip number one ...."|
I'm not sure why, but Mom thought her job would go faster and easier if I wasn't
laying in my supervisory post at the bottom of the stairs. I thought it was the best way to make sure I didn't nod off and miss a trip or anything, but she persuaded me to move. I found a place almost as good and held my ground.
|"Trip 1.8 million and 4..."|
She had to go through the doorway I was guarding to get to the stairs, so it worked out really well. She thanked me almost every time she stepped over me. Woo.
Since we were well past the halfway point, I wondered why Zim hadn't relieved me yet and went to look for him. Mom was curious about where he was, too - I think she must have been concerned about us guys working too hard. I should have known Zim would be every bit as busy as I was. Check it out: