I knew I had to start early. For the last six months Stellie and I have been allowed to sleep in the family room or the lounge room, whichever we choose. We used to get locked in the laundry cause we weren't quite to be trusted. Especially Stellie, cause she is what mum calls a chewer. You know, chewed off mum's zip on her sports jacket (her fault for being too lazy to put it away), chewed mum's thongs (not her undies, hehe, her flip flops?), chewed a corner of the bookcase (must have thought she was a beaver). So, you get the picture.
Anyhoo, there I was lying on my bed, thinking, how the heck can I help mum.
What's that little fella up too?
Well I had a brilliant solution. Even though I didn't want to, I did it anyway. Three times. Three piles of heave ho! It looked quite artistic, I thought. A nice yellow colour. Unfortunately, it stained the carpet. Yes, carpet. I chose the carpet not the lino cause I knew it would take longer to clean up. That is the kind of boy I am. Always thinking of others.
Actually Penny joined in the cause too. She sleeps in the laundry in her little bed. She pooed on the floor. Smelt great. Mum had tears in her eyes. Not from sadness, from the smell!
Stellie, didn't join in. She just sucked up to mum, whispering in her ear that it was me and Penny.
Didn't work though. Mum chucked us all outside. In the cold. I watched her through the door, cleaning on her hands and knees. She looked anything but sad. Job done!
Dont thank me, mum, it was my pleasure.
Take care mates and thanks for helping mum yesterday. Your comments made her feel so much better.
No worries, and slobber, Rory (Goodie Two Shoes)
and Stella (not quite as good)!