Preparing for baby

Hi.



"Now, Mummi, what do we use this for? And, when is he going to be here?"

Torture

I'm sure all of you have heard that we finally got settled into our new home. Mummi and Daddi have assigned us guardianship of the abode so we are on full-time duty. It's a big job but we're definitely cut out for the task! Valiant covers the sliding glass door and I cover the window in front of my chaise lounge chair. We take turns if we hear anything in the back of the house.

There is, however, one major problem... we are being tortured in our newly assigned positions. "Pip", the chipmunk, waits for us every morning... pausing just outside the sliding glass door until he catches a glimpse of us. Then, he does a little song and dance right in front of us and no matter what we say or how loudly we say it, he just prances around flaunting his independence. Perhaps only my fellow canine comrades can understand the agony of this torture?