From The Attic

It's me, Hannes, reporting to you live and on-the-spot from my soon-to-be new room. Dad's finishing a space for me in what used to be our attic. Now that the scary nail gun has been put away I go up and down the stairs with Dad all day long, and that's a good thing since I just happen to be the construction supervisor! Dad says that there will be a bathroom and a kitchenette in my new room, I'm happy to hear that because that means that Mom and Dad won't have to bother me by making trips up and down the stairs when I am peacefully resting in the evenings. There are really cool cubbies built into the side walls. Dad says they're for storage, he can think whatever he wants, I know that they are for me to play in. After the walls are finished they will come and install my super soft carpeting for rolling on, and my big recliner chairs for napping in. But, until all that happens I'm content with the big bag of treats that Dad has up in my new room. He gives me one whenever I politely ask. (Mom does the same thing when I'm in the studio... parents can be so easy to train!) The most difficult thing about my job is the number of trips up and down the stairs I make in a day. Dad keeps the saw in the basement and, being the supervisor, I need to make each and every trip up and down two flights with him (quality assurance is part of my job description, too). I'll report again soon, my workday is about to begin and I'm afraid of what could happen if Dad is left unsupervised; after all, he works like a human not like a... well, you know.

Life is Good!