I went down to the basement this morning to do a load of laundry, only to find my clothes fresh, clean and neatly folded in a basket near the dryer. Confused, I looked up to see my pet monkey, Chip Dip.
The monkey had done the load for me.
I was excited about not having to do the laundry, that is, until I pulled my good pair of black dress pants out of the basket. They were covered in white spots.
“CHIP DIP!!!!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, “YOU ADDED TOO MUCH BLEACH TO THE LOAD!!!!!”
I chased Chip Dip around the house for 45 minutes until he finally managed to escape through the front door.
I spent the next several hours scouring my neighborhood for the monkey, but he was nowhere to be found. Finally, I had to return home and get ready for work.
I got dressed and as I opened the door to leave, there was Chip Dip, standing there with his arms outstretched.
“I can’t stay mad at you,” I said and gave him a big hug. That’s when I looked down and noticed grease all over my good white dress shirt. The monkey had been rolling around in oil all day.
“CHIP DIP!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Wondering if pet ownership is right for me.