... the hoomin sez, "Hey, you handsome devil, look at that mouf!"
I sez, "What now?"
"Can you work the post, Spress?"
"Why? Maybe what's-his-face should do it. You know, I worked it yesterday, and he got the credit. That ain't right," I sez. Finally, I offered to help, "Come 'ere, hoomin. I'll thump you in the head. Cause I like you, you know."
Sigh, the hoomin promised me nanners in the saaaalad, so I relented. Begrudgingly, of course.
So, today is study day, a little bit of choring and then more study. Maybe, just maybe, Gus will work the dinner photo shoot.
We'll keep you posted,