Hoodini: Oooo, there she is. So fluffy, so orange. I bet she tastes good; poochie-poo...does she taste good?
Poochie-poo: Girl, you crazy. Been there, done that, bought a t-shirt. I'm the leader of the "wouldn't Cuddles taste good" fan club and it ain't gonna happen.
Hoodini: Come on, just one bite...mom won't notice!
Poochie-poo: Are you kidding? She's watching you now, in fact she is probably blogging your craziness as we speak. Why don't you go chew on an emery board or something?
Hoodini: Mmmmm I bet she tastes like chicken.....maybe if I lay here and just look distracted mom will walk away. Come on mom...walk away so I can taste her. Promise, I just want to play, really. Hey wait....emery board? I thought grandma took all those away from me....you got one? You holding out on me????
Poochie-poo: Again, I repeat. You are crazy. Yes, of course I have an emery board, right next to my pile of english muffins.....get a grip. Lay down, relax; and please don't do anything stupid.
Hoodini: English muffins too? Those are those round things I ate up the other day, right? MMMmmm those were good. Now, you distract mom while I play with Cuddles......you can do it, you can act all innocent like, come on be a team player!
Poochie-poo: Why do I bother? Yes hoodini, eat the cat...why don't you eat their droid phones and dad's Red Sox hat too?...sounds about as intelligent as the "eat the old cat" idea.
Hoodini: You're just jealous....because you didn't think of it. So do you have those emery boards and english muffins or no????
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