When I'm not moving fast enough to suit them...
Biggles/Zoe: *whine* *whiiiiiine*
Me: Are you crying? Haven't I told you that there's no crying in baseball?!
When they run up to me, excited about nothing I can see...
Biggles/Zoe: *pant* *bark* *pant*
Me: What? Did Timmy fall down the well again?
When they just feel talkative...
Biggles/Zoe: *yawn* *strange grumbly noises* *howl* (That last is only Zoe)
Me: Really? And then what happened?
When one or the other leaves their current favorite toy/bone unguarded...
Me: You better go back and get your bone. Your sister will get it -- she's like that.
The careless one: *pant* *pant*
Me: See, she's got both now
The greedy one: *grrrr! mine!*
The careless one: *hey! no fair!*
Me: No, you can only have one. One. No. One.
The careless one: *thanks mom!*
The greedy one: *curses! foiled again!*
Silly post is silly. But Bob is visiting, and it makes me laugh to talk to and about my dogs.
So... we have these nice wooden baby/dog gates that we can put up to confine Biggles. Zoe is still too small and can just fit through the bars. For her, we were using a wire crate. However, the wire crate was too big -- she would still potty in it. So we halved the space (making it a triangle... sort of) and that works.
Well, take a look: Zoe the Escape Artist
Obviously, we'll need a different solution.