Pug For Hire
Excellent at sorting socks and keeping them warm so they maintain their “fresh from the dryer” feeling.
May leave behind stray pug hairs…
and will definitely sleep on the job.
Posts Tagged ‘laundry’
Fluff and Fold
Over the past couple weeks I had let the dirty laundry build up to unprecedented heights. You know things are bad when you resort to the mismatched pair of socks with the stretched-out elastic from the back corner of your sock drawer. I needed some serious help so I recruited my trusty pug pal for some much-needed assistance.
Sid was surprisingly willing to help. There wasn’t the usual pre-task negotiation of how many baby carrots he’d receive upon completion of the task. He even maintained constant eye contact while I gave him the rundown of his duties.
Immediately after he received the instructions he rested his head on the edge of the laundry basket and just stared at the pile of clothes. I guess he had realized that it would be difficult to wash and fold mass quantities of laundry without thumbs. He also had forgotten to go to the bank to get a roll of quarters for the machines.
I told him not to worry about it and that I just appreciated the fact that he’d offered to help. I let him know that I’d handle the washing and folding of the clothes if he could do what he is best-suited for: lay on the piles of warm folded clothes and make sure each one receives a healthy replenishment of pug hair. He gave me a high-five and said he was up for the challenge. We make a great team!
Sid’s Favorite Spot
Even though Sid has two beds of his own (we humans only have one), neither of them is his favorite spot. Instead he always seeks out the stray sweatshirt, or pair of pants left on the floor and plops down right on top. Or, in this case, he finds the pile of dirty clothes on the bed and immerses himself inside.
I think he’d prefer if we chucked out his actual beds and let him sleep in the hamper.
Laundry Day
The laundry had been piling up like January snow and today, despite the fact that between me and the laundromat lay 4 avenues of pouring rain, it had to be done. I was in a mad rush to get the laundry sorted before said laundromat sent out the signal for last wash, so I called upon my faithful companion Sid for much needed assistance.
He gave me a “you’ve got to be kidding me” look so I told him I’d make it worth his while. Since he didn’t understand a word of English, I tried again in a language he’d understand – treats. Lots of ’em.
