Once again, Friday I did my pre-weekend dog drool, fur and any other hound crud cleaning. Fred and Gloria took their usual spot in the kitchen while I went on drool patrol.
This time however things were a little different. Instead of Freddie sticking the wooden piece of the gate in his eye and laying there all dramatic like he usually does. He decided for some reason that he was breaking out!
"Come on Gloria!" "I'm breaking us outta here!"
"Nom, nom, nom....get up and help, Gloria."
"I'm telling, Freddie."
"Whoa!" "Geez, Gloria!" "Did you fart over here!"
"It's hard to get good help anymore." sigh!