03/04/2024
Colin, the self-proclaimed king of dish-avoidance, had a knack for disappearing whenever the sudsy sink beckoned. So, in a heroic act of friendship (and to save our noses from the unsavory scent of leftover spaghetti), Dash and I decided to lend a paw – quite literally.
Now, let me tell you, using paws for dish duty is about as effective as using chopsticks to eat soup. Dash, bless his clumsy heart, would send plates flying like frisbees, glasses clattering to the floor, and the occasional spoon mysteriously vanishing into the soap suds abyss.
But fear not, for every broken plate was simply a ticket to an impromptu road trip – Colin's preferred method of conflict resolution. With the promise of sausages sizzling on the grill at the end of the journey, even the shattered remnants of ceramic couldn't dampen our spirits.
Colin, though not exactly thrilled about the dish debacle, always appreciated our efforts to pitch in around the house. He'd offer a sheepish grin and a pat on the back (or paw, in our case) as thanks, knowing that our intentions were good – even if our ex*****on left something to be desired.
So, the next time Colin tried to escape dish duty, we were ready and waiting, armed with paws and a penchant for chaos. After all, what are friends for if not to turn chores into comedic adventures and broken dishes into road trip anecdotes? As long as there were sausages at the end of the journey, we were more than willing to lend a paw – or two.
