Saturday, November 28, 2009

November 28, 2009

Well I am exhausted!


All the Thanksgiving Fs (Food, Football, Fun) have just worn me out.
And then look at what I found on the Internets:

You can read about him HERE.
Just don't tell the tall guy
or he'll make me get a job
to replace his sunglasses which somehow
got a little chewed on yesterday.

16 comments:

  1. Luckily, I am not tall enough to reach a cash register and with my (ahem) attitude limitations, would perhaps not be a good conveyor of "customer service".

    Grrrrrs from the Giz

    PS: I listed you as a Kreative Blogger on my page today.

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  2. Ha!

    Better rest up - your shift starts soon!

    Hugz&Khysses,
    Khyra

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  3. Well Jack, I won't tell the Tall Guy. My mom wants me to get a job too! I have a pretty high metabolism and, well...mom wants me to start paying for those extra things...peanut butters, stairway banister, door moldings....

    Hugs and snaggle-tooth kisses,
    Sierra Rose

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  4. We are not allowed to operate a cash register. Something about certain tendencies to remove objects that do not belong to us.

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  5. Jack
    I believe you are too young to work...do you have your license yet?
    BTW why did you think sunglasses would be good to chew on? Just askin'.....
    Madi and Mom

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  6. Try to explain to the Tall Guy that your job is to sleep all day, okay? We need our rest to maintain our sunny dispositions!

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  7. I don't know why everyone thinks it's so wrong when we just "happen" to put something in our mouth and it just "happens" to break. Like we meant to do it....geez....

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  8. Yea I hear you about the job thingy. Mom says I should be workin' too all the dollars they have spent on me leg + tummy....but I just remind her how much I love her and then she forgets....

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  9. You have a fulltime job...keeping track of TG!
    Sunglasses can be replaced, Jack can't be replaced.

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  10. A job! You work hard enough as it is. Mom keeps telling me I need to go out and get a job so I can bring home the kibble. I guard the home, listen to her stories, keep her company, listen to her stories, keep her feet warm on the couch. I'm exhausted just thinking about it. (Sunglasses - really Jack - were they wrapped in bacon?)

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  11. Hi JAck
    With all that, no wonder you are beat. Just relax and chill!!
    And dont worry I wont tell the tall guy, dont want a cutie like you working a 9-5 job

    wags
    Jazzi

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  12. He makes a cute cashier!
    You have to be human where I come from to work in a store!

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  13. Job? What is this job you speak of? Is that what we do all day when we eat and sleep? If it is..I love my job :)

    Licks to you..

    Olive

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  14. I know what you mean Jack...today was our Thanksgiving and those three Fs really wore me out!!

    Smileys!
    Dory

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  15. Wow you do look worn out! Turkey will do that to you! Say Jack, My momma and I nominated your blog for Awesome Blog of the month over at the DWB Bone zone. She is not really sure how it works but I think if you win it will rain kibbles and hot dogs. I guess I should have her read the fine print for me but I think that is how it works!

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  16. Oh, what a cute story! I was laughing at some of the customers--like the woman who was crying and bawling after an argument with her hubby. Because, when you fight with your spouse, the next logical thing to do is... go buy a Slim Jim? LOL

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