Showing posts with label job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label job. Show all posts

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Work Work Work

Oh, hello pals.

My mother has forced me to get a JOB! I know you are all in shock, as I am. We go to our grandparents' store on the weekend. Usually, it is Grandmother, mother and me.

As you can see, I work in most horrible conditions with no treats, water, etc.



Well, that is the wrong photo. I did get some nutrition by having a few spoonfulls of yogurt.

You have to watch out for strange transportation.



Sometimes, I have to give a shout out to this horse to keep him in line!

I work security, you know. My job is very dangerous and I have to stay alert. I greet everyone as they come to the cash register to buy something for Grandmother. I always watch to make sure that the customers are behaving properly. I will write more of my story later. Since we only have access to the computer for a short time, Zorra wants to say something as well.

Zorra would also like to give a Happy Birthday out to Gabe. Today is his own hooman barkday! Happy Barkday, Gabe!