spot was lying on the ground again, with

spot was lying on the ground again, with his paws stretched out in front of him, staring at the trees.

It was another boring day at his owner's home -- he had not been able to go outside the entire day due to the pouring rain, and his owner was

construction worker with a tie dye helmet, a red velvet tool belt, high heels shoes with glitter and a rainbow drill. God it was hard for me to look at him. It hurt my eyes.

So I looked away. Then I heard him whistle at me. I tried to ignore the construction worker's come-ons, but he became more aggressive the more I ignored him -- or her, if he/she

had merely beamed at me, I would only be board. When the construction worker asked me to help lift some heavy equipment however, I quickly bolted down the street.

"Screw that tool!" I thought, "He's driving me nuts." The construction worker belted out, "HEY!" when he saw me running away. "Get to work or I'll nail ya to the wall!"

He lumbered after me. I was plastered from all those screwdrivers, so he was about to block & tackle me when I wrenched my ankle. The rest is a blur of drywall, miter saws & rebar.

I should have known, Bob the Builder was a body-builder in his spare time. Then he wheelbarrowed me to hospital to reconstruct my damaged frame. "Ready Steady Build!"

A few nuts here, a few bolts there, and voila! I'm good as new! Thanks Bob the Builder! I tried to rise to shake his hand. I was strapped to the gurney! "Bob" laughed uproariously.