You get put to work!
Even if you are my Dad and you just brought me a new-to-me van! Yup, you still have to wash the ol' truck! My Dad and I generally disagree on just about everything critter related. I just ignore his ramblings now, but I have to agree with him on this one. That's Chum in the picture with him. There is nothing that Chum hates more than the pressure washer, except maybe having his nails clipped. No matter how wet he got or how annoyed Dad got, Chum kept coming back for more, leading Dad to declare him "retarded". That might be a bit harsh and certainly not politically correct, but that dog isn't all there!
Mom didn't really get put to work, but she hates a dirty kitchen almost as much as Chum hates the pressure washer. Someone how that gene skipped me, but I like to think I inherited some other good traits from her. Happy Mother's Day, Ma!