We're baaack....sorta. Mom still has to use the emergency backup computer but it putts along well enough to make a post. She said it's sorta like riding somebuddy else's bike.
Anyroo, I promised to tell you all about Floor Guy that came to visit us on Saturday. He was here a very long time. I know this cause Mom wouldn't let us help and made us stay in our crates. Something about open doors. Harrrmph. She just doesn't trust us. Why would I run out the door if there's work to be done? It worked out okay though because if we started to look forlorn and pathetic (I have a special howl for that), Dad caves and takes us for a walk. FINALLY, Floor Guy was done! He pointed out a special invention just for us. How very thoughtful of him! I was expecting some treats, or maybe even a cake since we had to stay in our crates for so long. He left a speed bump. See:
Floor Guy explained that he didn't want us to step in the sticky stuff he had to put there. I don't see what the big deal is. This new floor could use some strategically placed husky fur to liven it up. Besides, Mom stepped in goo (way ta go Mom!).....why shouldn't we? Dad thought this speed bump was pretty clever and thought maybe it would slow us down a bit. Silly him! Finally Floor Guy left and we could enjoy our new kitchen floor. Mom said to disregard that horribly ugly moulding. Apparently that's next on the hit list since we're all out of our puppy stages - whatever that means. Shyla said that it was quite obvious they chose this floor to enhance her bewootiful coat. Here she is testing it:
"How do I look?"
After all that work, Mom said we're still not done. I sure hope they let us help next time. Things would go alot faster. In the meantime I'll be available for photo ops. This flash is really getting to me though: