Worst Day #902

The humans have been doing something called "home improvement" and I don’t like it one bit. First of all what do they have to improve on; they already have the best thing anyone could hope for! A handsome chi-stiff flexing his guns on the couch. I try to stay near the window at all times so lady dogs can see me and be amazed at my manly handsomeness and neighbors can see me and be jealous. I do that as a service to the humans. So why they thought this house needed anything else I don’t know.

I awoke several days ago not the smell of pancakes cooking as I hoped but a horrible chopping sound. It’s a well known fact chi-stiffs have amazing hearing, I can in fact hear a grasshopper tap dance, so any loud noise is unbearable. It’s not that I am scared it’s just that my sensitive super hero powered ears hurt.

I ran to the window to see what the commotion was and saw 100's of "workers" that looked like this:

They were chopping down a tree, ripping the gutters off , painting and most likely getting ready to eat brains or worse nuggets meant for me.

I alerted the humans to the presence of this zombie worker horde as soon I could. But it became quickly apparent that like bunnies these monsters possessed shape shifting powers. The humans assured me it was just 5 nice guys out working on the house, helping them clean it up. In my desperation I even roused the snorty one in hopes he could help me defend the house, he got up and immediately began barking at the wall. Sigh.

Once again it was left to brave Shippo to defend the house for a whole weekend. I was on high alert every day. Did I get a medal? No of course not. A parade to celebrate my bravery? HA! Did I even get a nugget? Are you kidding! No what I got was squirted with water and told to stop barking. Worst. Day. Ever.

Silenced. For now.