|"Alright, Mom! I want these sheets as smooth and flat as a mirror!"|
I smoothed and resmoothed and then smoothed some more! Mom kept messing up my work and ... it's like she was trying to pile the sheets in the center of the bed! It was crazy!
I mean, it was fun, but there was work to do!!! She'd pile them up, then I'd flatten them back out! Wowzers, was it taking us a long time!
Mom kept cheering me on with that "ZimmieComeOnZimmie!" thing! She's real sweet like that! Guess who else came in to cheer me on?
|"Wooooo! Go, Zimmie! Go!!! Woo!"|
"Thanks, Dave! It's a tough job, but somepuppy's got to do it!"
I'm not sure what happened, but I ended up like this:
|Action shot; sorry for the blur!|
It's not like I hadn't been in that position before ... but I couldn't for the life of me figure out why Mom kept piling the sheets on top of me!
Oh. Well ... Mom could have saved all of us a lot of work if she'd made that clear from the get-go!
|"Who turned out the lights?"|
A Working Breed pup's work is never done!