Dogs, my blog subject today is WORK. Work is a four letter word that is probably the worst one you can use. As a "working breed". I think I am an expert on the subject. Fido Webster defines work as the vilest if all human activities with the possible exception of getting a colonoscopy. I think they put the humans to sleep when they do that procedure. If you don't believe me, check it out for yourself in Fido's Dictionary-for sale at the finest pet stores everywhere. By the way, both work and colonoscopies are alike--both are instrusive and a pain in the butt.
Whenever I hear someone say that they "love" their job or even "like" their job, I assume that they are not actually working. Many humans get paid for doing "jobs" that aren't bad--like sitting behind a desk. However, those who really "work" are the ones who get to do the jobs no one else wants--like digging ditches or picking vegetables. This is why we go out into space so we can bring back labor who will be forced to work cheap at jobs no one wants. I can think of no other logical explanation for our trips to the moon or for having a space station. It isn't like spacecrafts are pulling up to the station ordering a tank of gas. As cheap as some of the aliens are, they would probably just be stopping to use the space restroom.
This is why we dogs who are of superior intelligence to the humans refuse to get sucked into the whole work world. Most of us do it by looking cute and taking a lot of naps. If a walk to another room exhausts a dog to the point that he needs to take a nap, the humans will usually leave said dog alone. Score 1 for the dog and 0 for the humans.
Demon Flash Bandit (Work--Bad Word)