Dad bought me a chair!

I was looking out the window today when Dad came running across the parking lot with a large red thing. Then, astonishing enough, he entered, ignored me, and went out for another big red thing. This one must have been quite heavy because he came up to the apartment so slowly and was dripping of sweat. Then, after a little jig, he made the two things come together and behold, a chair! Dad was sweating, out of breath, and extremely tired, but I wanted to check out the new chair he bought for me. So, when he went to get a glass of water, I jumped in the chair, rolled around on the seat, and eventually rolled up and took a nap. Dad looked at me, and as I was fading into dream land he said, "Well *pant*, glad I could *pant* set this up *pant with gulp from water* for you, Boomer." So, basically Dad resided on his place on the couch while I took the chair for most of the day. Any one else have their parents so whipped that they wouldn't disturb you even if you were napping in a brand new chair they bought for their own comfort? I am proud to say I lucked out on Dad picking me! *Yawn and stretch* Man this chair is good stuff!