I am my mother’s quality control inspector. No basket of laundry is passed without a complete inspection. My goal is that only the best quality is allowed for our use.
There have indeed been threats to throw a lid on the next basket I attempt to get in. spurious complaints of fur on the towels – some such nonsense. I pay no attention.
Wait, is that father? With the squirt bottle? Time to check for dust bunnies under the bed!
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Hmmm. Sabrina, I think you could work this to your advantage. Next time father approaches with the squirt bottle, why not stay in the laundry basket. Maybe try to hide under the towels. Let him keep squirting until the towels are wet. Mother will not be pleased. But you were doing nothing but your usual quality control inspection. 😼 –Your always helpful Florida cousins
Hmmmm…Sounds like a plan!
Oh Princess. Human values are often very skewed… Your pal, Teddy Bear T. Dog (but not in real life. I’d chase you)
I’m imagining Teddy chasing seven cats…😹
He’d have so much fun!!!
“My Brothers Max and Marcus would have barks and meows with you if you tried! Hmmmph!
“That would be fine. Well, maybe not Max. Bear doesn’t like Cattle Dogs. One of them attacked our human and Bear found that not to be borne.”
“I’ve personally trained Max! He goes after chipmunks.
🤣 “OK as long as he doesn’t go after our human. We need her uh I mean we love her.”
“Max just loves to jump, and lick!”
“OK Martha says bring Max to our house and it will be fine. Your pal forever Teddy Bear T. Dog”
“What’s for dinner?”
Canned chicken! 😀
“We’ll be right over!”
🤣