I mowed the lawn today because Mr. Nielson is out with a broken foot.
Mowing the lawn is fun.
(NOT fun in the 10000000-degree weather, though.)
Mowing the lawn is fun.
(NOT fun in the 10000000-degree weather, though.)
Jimmy sat in the cool house, relaxing by the door.
I bet today he woke up (on my bed),
went outside, did his business, and came back inside, where he
wandered around looking for anything that resembled food to eat.
Then, probably strutted into the kitchen and licked
Nicholas's oatmeal off his hands and face.
Then I bet he wandered over by the door and parked it there to
went outside, did his business, and came back inside, where he
wandered around looking for anything that resembled food to eat.
Then, probably strutted into the kitchen and licked
Nicholas's oatmeal off his hands and face.
Then I bet he wandered over by the door and parked it there to
stare outside for anything that moves,
(not that he'd do anything about it anyway).
He probably only moved if someone crinkled a
wrapper or open a cupboard or the refrigerator door.
He probably only moved if someone crinkled a
wrapper or open a cupboard or the refrigerator door.
I asked Jimmy to babysit the boys inside while I was busy
with the chainsaw in the front yard.
(You know, because Mr. Nielson broke his foot, and we
don't want the Lazona Estate to look like a meth house.)
When I came inside to check on the Little Nies, I found
Oliver and Jimmy are under the bed doing who knows what,
and I couldn't find Gigs.
with the chainsaw in the front yard.
(You know, because Mr. Nielson broke his foot, and we
don't want the Lazona Estate to look like a meth house.)
When I came inside to check on the Little Nies, I found
Oliver and Jimmy are under the bed doing who knows what,
and I couldn't find Gigs.
Nice job babysitting, DOG!
Sheesh, you have ONE job!
Like, what else do you have to do?
