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| Ready to Soak Up the Sun! |
Of course, I don't really get vacations. Sure, my family is off from work and can therefore devote countless hours to rubbing my belly, feeding me treats, and chasing after me when I steal their socks, but that doesn't mean I can devote all my time and energy to those exciting and pleasurable past-times. No, I'm Head of Security and I take my job very seriously! How can I, with a clean conscience, declare myself to be "on vacation" when I've got to, every day, protect my property from intruding wildlife (squirrels, bunnies, voles, and deer) and bark at everything that happens to walk, crawl, or fly by my house? That's right, I can't.
But that doesn't mean that I can't have a little fun--let my fur down so to speak. I'm sure I'll be able to squeeze in a few rounds of keep away, a couple of laps along the beach, and maybe even a quick walk through town.
All work and no play, after all, makes Rigby a dull (though devilishly handsome) boy.
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