Housework Assistance Dog

It being Mother’s Day, I thought it would be a nice surprise for Mum if I helped out with the housework.

So as I was in the utility room when the washing machine finished its spin cycle, I thought it would be a brilliant idea to lower the PulleyMaid drier so it would be all ready and waiting.  You know what I mean?  One of these…

But the trouble is they will tie the rope around this thing on the wall that they call a cleat and, because of earlier, shall we call them “incidents,” clip the hanging end up “out of reach.”

All of this conspired to make it very difficult to release the rope and lower the airer to loading level. But I persevered and eventually I managed it. I have to say I was very proud of my efforts.  Mum and Dad, not so much.  Apparently it’s just as well the utility room is being decorated next year – it will allow the claw marks in the plaster to be repaired.  Personally I thought they looked very Turner Prize-ish and a potential entrant for my Art Assistance Dog certification.  But Dad removed as much as he could –  I was going to be in deep doo doos when Mum saw what I had done – just as well I  had already lost my gonads, he said.

Dad then spent 10 minutes moving the cleat even further up the wall, whilst muttering under his breath about my reproductive potential (although following the little op I had recently, I was slightly confused about his comments.)  Anyhow, apparently I am a “little breeder” – at least I think that was what he said.  Very proud of this latest accolade.  I shall wear it as a Badge of Honour.

Mum suggested that next year I might like to revert to the traditional Mother’s Day  treat of breakfast in bed featuring a cup of cold tea and some barely toasted bread.  OK…. if that’s your preference.  Now how does the toaster work?  Let’s see…….

ANGUS!

Angus