Random Esquire

Boss and I are going on a vacation for a few days later this month and I asked my parents to babysit Little Filthy. My father actually sighed and said, “He…is…not easy to watch…” This is true.The first time they watched Little Filthy, I dropped him off and he looked me dead in the eye and promised to behave.
<—– This is him, promising.

That day, he baked a potato on the dining room rug and ran up to the Master bedroom. My mother followed him up to find his bottom sticking out from under the bed. As soon as she walked in, he scooted under the bed; my mother said she heard him scooting around all over under the bed. When he emerged, he was covered in a small layer of dust and appeared to be chewing something. He was scolded and given a bath.

Feeling badly, he spent the rest of the day apologizing and begging to be let back up on to the couch.

Whispering, “.. .I‘msorry…”

The next day, I picked up him and took him home. I walked him outside and he..baked another potato. I noticed something unusual and alarming in his creation and as I picked it up after him….I realized what it was. I called my parents and told them. My father said, “So, that’s where my earplugs went!”

At least my marathon running father will wear him out and he’ll come home and do the one thing he does best.

The End.