Conversations with Biggles and Zoe

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.