Today mom had a “job interview”. I wasn’t sure what this meant, so I tried to ask her… but her car broke down yesterday so we had to visit the mechanic before she could go. So I had to wait to ask.
Walter at Budget Auto Repair is one of our favorite people. He’s German and a REAL mechanic. He always fixes mom and dads cars so that they run really well (until they break down that is – but apparently this is always mom’s fault anyway).
Well we got there and I got to see my girl Ferocious – loyal readers will remember her from posts awhile back, the last time that moms car broke down, when I introduced her as my latest squeeze. Well she’s still as foxy as ever, so we played while the humans talked about spark plugs.
I overheard mom talking about her interview and a light went on in my head. Maybe it was time – since I’m such a big boy now – for me to go on a job interview. I thought for a moment about what I was good at, what I could do to contribute to the household. I asked Ferocious about her “job” – as autoshop guard dog – and had an “A-ha!” moment. I could do that…
So Ferocious started to show me the ropes. She first had me walk the perimeter to stake out any evil-doers. Then hiding around the cars was the next lesson. Where to pee so that everyone knows you’re on duty is very important, so we worked on that for awhile.
I think I may have it mom – I’ll be bringing home the bacon soon (mmm, b-a-c-o-n…)…
Love,
Bogart
