Busy Days

Clank’s Comments:

I’ve been really busy around the house lately, so I haven’t had time to write. Mommy needs lots of help and she says I’m her little helper. Isn’t that cool? Only 11 weeks old and I already have a job.

I’ve been helping out in the office while Mommy designs stuff. I take care of the filing and sometimes I consult. I don’t know exactly what that is, but Ratchet says it’s real important and that he’s the senior consultant. I was impressed, ‘cause I didn’t know he was in high school. I even have my own spot right on the filing cart, in between the inkjet paper and the notepads. I’m hoping to learn how to fax soon. Ratchet says he’ll teach me all about it.

I also help take care of my oldest brother Jive, who has a bad tummy. He gets sick a lot and Mommy has to clean up after him. She says I am a big help when I grab the mop and show her where to push it around. I think I’m really good at it because I’m so close to the floor.

There’s so much I have to do in the yard, it’s hard to keep up. I have to pick up pine cones and sticks all over the place and munch on them. Then Mommy takes them away from me and throws them out.

I had to butt tuck around the yard this morning at least five times. Mommy laughed a lot. I’m not sure why.

Mommy gave me a really neat treat to help with my teething. It’s called a bully stick. I can chew and chew a long time and my teeth feel much better. The problem is that my brother Ratchet likes bully sticks, too. And he keeps stealing mine. If it wasn’t for Mommy’s fast action, I wouldn’t get to chew any of it. Whew!

Ratchet’s Report:

Boy, am I relieved. I’ve been really worried all week because I thought there was some kind of alien monster that had invaded our house. It had a dog’s body, but there was the real strange white dish antenna on its head. I figured it was sending signals to the Mother Ship and we were all going to be in real trouble when that thing landed in the back yard.

I growled at it and tried a few times to scare it away, but Mommy Shar kept scolding me every time I did that. I was soooo confused.

Well, everything is fine again. Tonight the Moms took the alien into the bedroom and I listened at the door while they fought with it. Man, you should have heard the whining and pitiful cries for mercy. I almost felt sorry for him, but then I remembered he was a threat and barked a couple times to lend moral support to the Moms.

A few minutes later they opened the door and I raced in to see what was happening. There on the bed was my little brother, who had been missing all week. Obviously, the Moms hammered that alien guy and made him return my little bro. My Moms are just the best!