Team Smarty

Saturday I had a chance to go racing. The picture above is me (I'm the shorter one), posing for the cameras before the commencement ceremonies.

Did you notice the new gear developed for our staff? Take a look:


That's just to make sure we all know what team we're on! Or, to be more accurate, to know who's boss!

And it's important to know who's boss, because you wouldn't guess it from the way the boss is sometimes treated!


Believe it or not, that's the way they try to get me warmed up for the races. What's up with that? Truth is, it's simply hard to find good help these days. Team Smarty may have nice uniforms, but they can be a little forgetful... or maybe it's just that they like to socialize more than work... Either way, they were not doing their job and taking me to the boxes!

At least not on my time table.

Prior to this photo I was expressing myself loudly and clearly, but to no avail. So I decided to ignore them, play it cool, use a little reverse psychology, hoping this might coax them back to work.

And it seemed to work, because once I was quiet they seemed a bit more willing to get down to business. I think it's because they thought they broke my will!

Well, they learned soon enough that my will was strong as ever. I was able to start barking out orders once again:


You have to understand, we were a little behind schedule by this point. My clear instruction had been to let me out of my crate immediately upon arrival. I cannot put up with so many delays!

It's hard to find good help these days.