Top Chef

The older I get, the more I realize the days of my youth were spent in frivolous pursuits. I wandered and explored at every turn of the PUs' backs. My whims led me from room to room, seein' interestin' new sights and sniffin' rare smells that I had never encountered in the stable where I first lived. Some might argue that it is good to leave no stone unturned, that traversin' one's domain at a young age actually helps to find what will satisfy one's spirit as the years go by. This may be true so I won't belittle the point, but sumtimes I now wonder if I had concentrated more on the kitchen area maybe my culinary skills would have been that of a top chef.


Not to say that my interests in the other parts of our home have subsided. No, not in the least. It's just that when Mom's in the kitchen I am right by her side, watchin' her every move and ready at a moment's notice to assist. I am entranced as I watch her move from the 'fridge to the counter to the stove and back to the 'fridge time and time again. Foodables movin' to and fro as rivers of drool drop steadily from my jaw and my nose tingles in the wake of their scent.

Nevertheless, I am a quick study and have absorbed much. Choppin', gratin', stirrin', pourin' are tasks of which I have perceived as bein' the greatest of the food preparation skills. To the untrained eye, they may seem menial and common. To me they are the most interestin' simply because the more the foodables move, the more likely they are to be dropped and or spilled. This is where my competent clean-up assistance is a highly regarded talent. Had I been more interested as a pup, would my culinary career be further along? We may never know. But, my zeal and attention to the task at hand (or in this case, paw) was noticed by my mentor who has given me the title, "The Quicker Picker Upper".

Not one to waste an opportunity, I am excited to announce the development of

my own personal line of kitchen products. Here is the first of what I

hope is to be many :

*Comin' soon to a grocery store near you.

Now the weekend is just around the corner,
and I don't know of any quicker picker upper than that!


Bone Appetit!
Chester ;0=)

Mom's Big Brown Helper

Chester's Mom: GOOD MORNING, CHESTER!!!

Chester: Wow Mom! You certainly are lookin' rested and ready to go this mornin'. You do know it's Monday, right?

Chester's Mom: Yeah, I know it's Monday Ches. Thanks to you and all your help with my housework this weekend I feel pretty good going to work knowing that our house is all clean and sparkly. You did a great job and I really appreciate it. I only have one complaint and it has nothing to do with what you did.

Chester: Well thanks Mom, glad I could help you out. But what seems to be the problem?

Chester's Mom: Well, for some odd reason I have this "crappy" taste in my mouth. I used Scope and I even brushed twice trying to get rid of it. I can't figure it out.

Chester: Hmmmmm.....that's odd, hopefully it will go away soon.

Heh, heh, heh. Let's all hope this week doesn't let a crappy taste in your mouth.
Chester  ;0=)