Who Me?

Oliver: Lola, look! Mom's actually getting dressed. Must mean she has an interview this morning.

Lola: Uh-oh. Not good. If she gets a job, she won't be able to cuddle us on the couch while she watches soaps job hunts or spoil us rotten with mountains of treats all day long.

Oliver: We've got to stop this. Quick! Let's run around in circles and bark like lunatics. Maybe it will distract her.

Lola: It's not working. She's just ignoring us.

Oliver: She just put on black pants. You go jump up and down and paw at her legs while I go hide all the lint rollers!

Lola: Then when she puts on her make-up we can stage a fight right on top of her feet. That'll get her good and furry! This is totally gonna work.

Oliver: Oh, no! She's heading for the door. She doesn't care that she's got enough fur on her pants to pass as a Pomeranian.

Lola: Drat. She must have a lint roller stashed in the car.

Oliver: Oh well, we gave it the old doggie try....

Lola: Come on, let's go work on our sad puppy faces. We are so going to milk this for treats when she gets home.