Hoe-Dogs

Randomly falling trees are no fun when one is snoozing peacefully or playing tug in the back yard with the TravelMarx. And since we had two trees fall so early in the winter season, Loki and Juno took matters into their own paws and rented a backhoe, hired a few helpers with opposable thumbs and decided to chop down all Tan Oaks since those were the biggest nuissance.

“Hey Daddy-O, since this was your big idea, why don’t you get a move on it and start driving this thing?” 

“I’ll get right on it just as soon as I find out what if big claw back there is going to behave.”

 “Ok, first things first: find the keys. I knew that trick would come in handy.”

“Timber! Hey, this thing rocks. I wonder if I can pick up chicks in this hot rod?”

“Are you quitting already Big Boy? There’s so much more to do! Chop! Chop!”
“Princess, how about you take a break from sunbathing in the leaves and take the wheel for a bit?”

“Finally! They invented opposable thumbs for a Siberian. A dream come true!”

“Hey Cupcake, why does it look so bare there now?”

“Retardo, sometimes I wonder how evolution hasn’t had its way with you yet.”

A perfect demonstration of how it looks to “work like dogs.”