Smartie here. I see that Deb just posted an announcement about the new uploads to the site. I’ve had enough of this charade, quite frankly. Take a look at this:
That’s right. That’s me, having a little lie-down after I clearly did those writing samples for the pens in that box behind me. It’s exhausting being Deb’s assistant, you know. She takes all the credit, always. Do I ever get a mention, beyond a grumbling comment about how I “never help” or “sleep all day”? Never! Sometimes I think I’ll just walk away from it all to see how she copes on her own.
Just to set the record straight, Deb’s not all that great at being my human. Whenever I want to go out the door, she goes to the wrong door, first. The level of crunchies in my dish is rarely up to spec, my water is consistently too wet, and she and Gordon insist on sleeping in my bed at night. What’s an assistant to do?
Honestly folks, some days it’s enough to drive me to drink.