Friends,
It would be reasonable to assume that my puppy dog idles away the hours in the forest idyll that is the Damp Dog Lodge while I toil away at the Festival of Dirt. You would expect that I would endure the lengthy and dangerous commute, the oppressive heat, and at times, the weapons-grade ignorance that comes with my job in order to provide this particular animal with the lavish lifestyle to which she has become accustomed. But now I feel betrayed.
You see, I have obtained secret photos detailing exactly what she does while I’m away and I am mortified.
That’s right. Apparently, my dog is actually running a call center out of my house during the day. (explains the cases of nutralite vitamins. – ed The beef flavored multis are starting to make more sense too.)
– bob