Now, don't get me wrong. We're beary brave and beary helpful. One time, Teddy and I helped balance the checkbook for her. Mommy laughed and took our picture.
Why? We used a scale and everything!
But, we're not crazy. If we help pay bills, we have to give away our money. Would you do that, if you didn't have to?
So, anyways, today Mommy balanced the checkbook her way and I stayed away, claiming a little alone time with my Lady! (hubba hubba)
When she was done, she wasn't grumpy, and suggested we make banana-nut muffins together. (I let her help me.)
It must have been easy to balance the checkbook, or she wouldn't wanna bake, too.
So, we were having a good ole time. I added the dry ingredients and let her add the wet ingredients. (If I get goop on me, she insists on giving me a b-a-t-h, and I'm allergic to that.) And what happened? An egg squirted a little when she opened it up and landed right in front of my paw.
Mommy checked my paw to make sure nothing landed on it, and then she said, "Oh, well. It really doesn't matter. I'll be giving you a bath soon, anyway."
What a mean thing to say! Ruined the whole mood. I told Daddy, because I thought she should be spanked for such disrespectful words, but Daddy just chuckled. What's wrong with grown-ups?
Even a nice warm muffin didn't make me feel better.