My boss is a slave driver!
Not only do I have to work the grave yard security shift but now I’m expected to help with the new construction! Despite the cold and snow progress is good. (This is likely due to my help!) I hear they want to be moved in in March, bloody optimistic if you ask me but I’m only a dog, what do I know!?!?
Then to top it off I overheard him telling Pat (She is a darling, she spoils me when the boss is away) that I was getting fat and to cut my rations back! If it was not for the promise of some good duck hunting this fall I think I would look for a new job. What is the betting the boss can't even hit a duck!
Nap time, gotta go!