“Twiggy. Why don’t we go outside?”
“It’s over 100 degrees (40+C); that’s why.”
“I guess that’s a little too much for Frenchies.”
“You bet it is. With our short snouts, we would run out of breath very quickly.”
“That makes sense. I guess we will have to play inside.”
“Yes, we will. At least until this evening when it gets a little cooler.”
“You doing that marshmallow again?”
“I love this marshmallow. Go find a toy to play with.”
“I think this popsicle looks pretty good.”
“Okay. Well, give it a run for its money.”
“First I will grab it by its stick and shake it.”
“You go, girl.”
“Then I’ll tell it to give up or die.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“Then I…Wait, what’s that?”
“That elf by the stairs you mean?”
“Yeah. Where has this been all my life?”
“I’m sure you have tripped over it at least five times today.”
“But now it’s like a long-lost love.”
“Tempeste. Get a grip. I think you are getting cabin fever.”
Thanks goodness for Twiggy and her common sense approach to life… although I do sense sometimes her patience wears a little thin. lol hugsx
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Twiggy is hogging the marshmallow. She really loves that toy. We are going to walk Rollo in a couple of hours while it is still not too hot.
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That elf never had a chance. How many toys do they have?
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