Excuse me. Excuse me, please. Do you need help slicing that bread? I really like ciabatta bread and I see you're discarding the heel. There are starving dogs all over this city and it would be a shame to see that bread go to waste. May I partake?
Oh! I see you plan to grill the bread first and you've slathered it in olive oil. Mmmm. My favorite! Can I lend a paw to help you out? You know...you should be resting. Really. You go sit on the heating pad and I will have that done in no time flat. I'll even remember to scrape the garlic on the grilled bread when I'm all done. I loves me some grilled garlic toast. Yum. Better than bacon if you ask me, though it would be better with bacon on top.
See? I can be good. I'll just wait here for you to drop the bread. No problem. I'maverypatientdogI'maverypatientdogI'maverypatientdog. Patience is my middle name. I know it's girlie, but if it works, I'll let you call me that.
As we prepare here for day two of the torture of Rudee, let us all pray that it's not as bad as August 2nd where I was forced to review documents for 7 hours while sitting on my injury and file for another 1 hour (bending and squatting to get the job done). The drive to this office took 45 minutes to get there and an hour and ten minutes to get home. All in all, I literally sat on my sciatic nerve for 10 hours today. The education of Rudee continues in an all out effort to let me know it's much better to suffer in silence then to speak up and be labeled as a thorn in the side.
The monkeys are now doing flips and we are drawing on the power of the Buddhas to help out. Does it count as double since we can see their reflections in the granite? I'd like to think so.