Conversations with my Dogs
John Henry: *stares*
Me: What?
John Henry: *stares*
Me: Do you need to go out?
John Henry: *stares really hard*
Me: Ok, let's go out.
Billie: [waking from dead sleep] *CRASH*, *BANG*, *SLAM into table*
Me: Ok, let's go.
Dogs: [run into kitchen, crashing into each other several times]
Me: If you kill yourselves falling down the stairs, I'm going to be really pissed.
Dogs: *CLATTER*, *BANG* Sheesh. As always, no killing ourselves.
Comments
Mine do that. But then when I get them to the back door, they refuse to go out.
Big Dog: What? I was just kidding.
Spike: I'm not going out there. It's cold out there.
Posted by: delagar | January 8, 2006 08:26 AM
Mine love the cold unless it's well below zero. The heat they are not so fond of :-)
Posted by: debco | January 8, 2006 08:09 PM