Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
29 June 2012
Why they call it work.
Me and Otterpop been working very hard. Sometimes, work is a lot of work. I guess that's why they call it work.
At least I'm lucky to have a helper as skillful as Otterpop. On a busy day when I'm short handed, she's a pretty good assistant. I'm not exactly sure what she's doing most of the time, and why her work is usually done with a tennis ball stuffed in her mouth, but at least she always looks busy.
These two, busted snoozing in the back seat of the truck. Sorry to wake you, Gustavo. Please don't wake up Ruby. A slightly different work ethic here. But maybe it's these two that have the right idea. Back seat of the truck is looking pretty inviting right about now. Move over, you guys.
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