The Huxley Diaries: The Sleep Olympics

Dad recently got a new toy, about which he is super stoked.  He calls it a portrait lens.  I call it a waste of plastic.  That same plastic could have been spent on a perfectly good toy for stealing from the brown dog.  Said toy could have amounted to hours of taunting and manipulating for me; but noooooooooo, Dad had to go and get a new camera lens.

So, I told him that if he had to take photos of things, he might as well document my newest invention.  I call it: THE SLEEP OLYMPICS!The Huxley Diaries: The Sleep Olympics

I’m the obvious front-runner in this year’s games.  I’ve been practicing basically non-stop, developing stamina and working on my technique.

So, like I said, I asked Dad to document it.  But you know what he did?!  He just kept taking pictures of random stuff!  

Table leg, Dad?

The mixer?

Vegetables?!

Dad, this is getting ridiculous!
The Huxley Diaries: The Sleep Olympics

So, obviously, I went to tell Mom about yet another injustice tarnishing what would otherwise be a perfect life.  But of course, Mom wasn’t home.  Figures.  She probably doesn’t even remember that she has dogs- well, a dog and an AWESOME dog.The Huxley Diaries: The Sleep Olympics

Wait, maybe that’s her.The Huxley Diaries: The Sleep Olympics

It is! Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom.  Plllllllleeeeeeaaaaase tell Dad to stop being so obtuse.  I made my expectations very clear. The Huxley Diaries: The Sleep Olympics

Thanks Mom.  Now back to the Olympics:  I call this position the Blockade Runner, because nobody else can use the chair. Pretty good form, huh?The Huxley Diaries: The Sleep Olympics

I call this one The Inverse Blockade Runner.  It is like the other one, but flipped.  So, naturally it is way more complicated. I’m thinking this one will really impress the international judging community. The Huxley Diaries: The Sleep Olympics

Hey, what is the brown dog doing in this post.  He hasn’t been training at all! He’s totally  unprepared for the sport of sleeping!  Get him outta here!The Huxley Diaries: The Sleep OlympicsNext time you see me, I’ll be a world famous Doggie Sleeping Olympian. So keep your eyes peeled.

 

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