Can you see me?Probably not, and that's because I'm a whirlwind of helping paws and handiness. My most favorite (Dad) was doing his laundry and since I love nothing more than a good stinky dad sock and some post-gym gear, I made a point to be right there beside him helping him sort all of his chewables. It's crazy awesome to get in on the action right from the start, as items begin flying from the laundry basket into the air and landing in wonderfully sorted piles of smelly and smellier. I often like to curl up in a strategic location and find myself moments later in a cocoon of softness and dad odors.
Of course, in order to earn these laundry privileges I have to pay my dues and do my chores. So I make sure to do most of my Good Boy outside in the Good Boy Spot and to aid pops in sorting his laundry. I really have a nose for this stuff, and I like to slide and swing items of clothing into little piles of my own. Dad's piles are Light and Dark. I don't get it. My piles are Chew Now and Chew Later. Now that makes sense. Dad should take a page from my chore book and learn to do his laundry my way. That would just push him over the edge in coolness.
This is Stanislaw reminding you to earn your feasts by helping out your humans!