Category: A Little Personal

Thursday – A Little Personal – New Stuff

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Twiggy and Lucy

“Let go, Lucy.”

“You let go, Little Potato. Wait, what is that noise?”

Twiggy and Lucy

“Look, Lucy. Some green stuff.”

“It sure is Little one.”

“OMG, Twiggy. There is a guy with a load of green stuff.”

“Where, Lucy? I don’t see him.”

“You have to look out the door again.”

“Wow. Should I bark him back to St. Louis?”

“Go to the bedroom door and see if he’s still there.”

“Yes, he’s still there.”

“Hold off on the bark. I have a feeling this is a good thing.”

“Hold on, Twiggy. Here’s the Boss. Hey, Boss what’s going on?”

“They are laying the new sod, Lucy.”

“Can we go out and see it?”

“Gotta have leashes. Lots of water flowing.”

“This sure has changed. Where are the mud and burrs?”

“I don’t know, Little one but I like it.”

“Look over there, Lucy. green stuff.”

“The Boss said it was sod. Let’s go look.”

“Wait. This is familiar.”

“It’s grass, Little One. We have grass at last.”

“I don’t know. Walks funny.”

“Than’s cause it’s new. We can break it in.”

“Come on, Lucy. Time to go back. It is so hot.”

“Yeah one more sniff of this beautiful grass, Little one. One more sniff.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy See Some Action

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Lucy and Twiggy are blissfully unaware that a danger worse than thunder is about to invade their space.

Twiggy and Lucy

Lucy dreaming of the big hunt.

Twiggy dreaming of the dinner dish.

“Hey Tiggy get up. I heard the beating of an engine far off.”

“I hear it, Lucy. Do you think it’s headed this way?”

“Headed this way? It’s already here. A dually and two mens.”

“OMG, what do they want?”

“I know it’s not the wrong address for sure.”

“Lucy. What are you doing?”

“Best time to nap is during an assault.”

“Do Mom and Dad know about this?”

“Yes, we do. Little One. It’s the new backyard being put in place. Want to see what they are doing?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

“Means leashes to stay out of the way.”

“Holy cow, Twiggy. Look. Everything’s torn up?”

“Do you think it will be put back?”

“Let’s hope so.”

“It will ladies. You have my word.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Backyard Invasion

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“Hey, Lucy. Get up. There’s a noise in the yard.”

“Probably that squirrel again.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“No, I’m serious. Get up.”

“Oh, my goodness. This better be good.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“What’s up, Ladies?”

“Twiggy thinks she hears something.”

“That’s good cause the sprinkler guys are here.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“Hey, Boss. I’m down here and don’t see a thing.”

“Look harder. Here comes one now.”

“Look at that. He’s digging in our yard.”

“Lucy is he allowed to do that?”

“If not Little One, he sure is making a mess.”

“Yeah, look at all those flags.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Should we do anything, Lucy?”

“I think the boss is cool so we should be as well.”

“Okay. Let’s play with popcorn.”

“That could be fun.”

“Wait, what’s that noise?”

“Sounds like more digging. I would love to get my paws in that mud.”

“There are ditches everywhere.”

“Well I don’t know about you, but all this excitement makes a nap very necessary.”

“I think you’re right. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute.”

“You do that.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“Mmm, Maybe more than a minute.”

“Now you are talking, Little One. By the way. Quit talking.”

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy the Cop.

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Twiggy and Lucy

“Oh my gosh, Lucy. I can see that mess from here.”

“Mess what mess?”

“On the rug. See those black spots?”

“Uh. Where do you suppose they came from?”

“You know darned well. They came off your feet.”

“From that LaBria tar pit out back I’m thinking.”

“I’m going to save you by staging a ruckus.”

“What good is that going to do?”

“When mom sees the dirt, she will think we both did it.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course, you are my big sissie.”

“You are the greatest.”

“Darn they are still there.”

“What did you expect?”

“Okay, you two. Where did this dirt come from?”

“Hey, Mom. I was just getting Lucy to confess to bringing in the mess.”

“Okay, Lucy. I got you pinned. I’m going to give you to the count of three to spill the beans.”

“Twiggy. You might as well cut the act. Mom’s gone.”

“Gee. Where’d she go.”

“Probably to get the vacuum.”

“I see the sissie stuff lasted a long time.”

“Well, I have my cop reputation to uphold.”

“More like rat fink reputation.”

“Twiggy. Do you want to be a police person?”

“How did you know, Mom.”

“Just a guess. Here let me put your collar on so you’re official.”

“Here is the ever alert police fur person. Standing guard night and day. No rain, no sleet, no dead of night shall deter me in my duty.”

“Uh, Little one.”

“Yes, Lucy.”

“I think you are getting confused with the postal department.”

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy’s Day Off

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Twiggy and Lucy

“Hey, Twiggy. What’s up?

“It is Lucy’s day off, and she won’t play with me.”

“Maybe I can talk to her.”

“Oh, Dad, that would be swell.”

“So, Lucy. I know it’s your day off but how about a game with Twiggy?”

“Well, you see Boss. A day off means not playing with Twiggy.”

“Maybe a quick toss with cow?”

“Nope. Will only lead to a chase scene.”

“Look, Chippie. You love Chippie.”

“On any other day, sure.”

“Lucy. Just one game of hedgehog?”

“Sorry, little one. I have a nap scheduled.”

“You can chase me with fox.”

“You can do that with the boss.”

“Let’s take ears for a spin.”

“You go right ahead.”

“You are a poop. You know that?”

“I’ve been told that, Little Potato.”

“So none of these, Lucy?”

“Gee, boss. It’s tempting, but  I have to pass.”

“One last chance. How about gotcha cake?”

“It’s playing my song, but I’m late for my nap.”

“Well, Twiggy. What can I tell you? Lucy has a day off which we have to respect.”

“I have to wonder who made up a day off for a dog? Thanks for trying anyway.”

“Wany to play fetch?”

“No, thanks. I’ll think I’ll take a day off too.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy Uses the Office

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Twiggy and Lucy

“Hey, Lucy. You should come to dad’s office.”

“Why? Little one.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“There are some stairs so we can get on the bench that’s there.”

“Harrumph. Never met a bench I couldn’t jump up on.”

 

“But I can get up and look for deer.”

“You better be careful, Little Potato. You know what Mom and the Boss feel about barking at deer.”

Twiggy and Lucy

 

“Ugh. These stars are too soft for me.”

“I remember about the deer. It doesn’t hurt to look.”

 

“That’s true. Hey, there are no deer out there.”

“We have to wait.”

“For heaven’s sake. I have better things to do than wait for deer. Besides they come later. Let’s go play.”

“Okay, Lucy. You always know what’s best.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“The moral of the story sweetheart is to wait until the dogs get bored then calmly walk down the drive.”

“How long till they get bored, Mama?”

“Oh, maybe three minutes is all.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“Maybe there will be deer this afternoon, Little One.”

“Yeah, maybe. I did think I could detect their essence though.”

“Phantom olfactory response, Twiggy.”

“I guess. It seemed so real.”

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Thursday – A Little Personal -Twiggy Has a Complaint

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Lucy and Twiggy

“Hey, Lucy come here.”

“What’s the problem, Little Potato?”

“Someone put a thingy over my window.”

“So you can’t see out?”

“Yeah. It looks like the window’s been frosted.”

“I think it might be to save the baby deer from your barking.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“No. I heard The Boss talking to Mom. Looks like your ferocity upset the fawn.”

“Geez, Lucy. All I want to do is warn everyone of the dangers of a wild, crazed fawn.”

“I know, Little One, but others don’t see it like you and I.”

“Can I see it from the back yard?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Come on, Lucy. Let’s go see.”

“Okay. But I think you’ll be disappointed.”

“Hurry.”

“Coming, Little One.”

“I’ve looked everywhere.”

“You have to wonder why the fence is not see through, don’t you?”

“You are saying the privacy fence is to keep me from scaring the deer.”

“I’m not saying that. I’ll bet the folks are thinking it though.”

“Man what good is a watch dog if they can’t see the stuff to watch.”

“Last I heard you are a bulldog not a watchdog.”

“Don’t confuse me with facts.”

“Right.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Enjoy Freedom

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Lucy and Twiggy

“Hey, Lucy. There is a backyard out here.”

“It’s been here the whole time, Little One.”

“Lucy, look. There is a fence all around.”

“I know. That is for your and my safety.”

“Race you.”

“OMG, you don’t stand a chance.”

“Yeah? You are going down you big ole moose.”

“Names won’t help you win, Potato.”

“Look at this dirt.”

“I hear we are getting grass soon.”

“My goodness. A lot of outdoor furniture.”

“Better not jump up on that couch, Lucy. Those paws look like asphalt.”

“What are you doing down there, Twiggy?”

“I’m practicing my puma approach to unsuspecting prey.”

“Bett do something to lower your butt. Looks like a white flag in the wind.”

“Tha grass can’t come too soon, Lucy.”

“That’s what Mom says, too, Little one.”

“Ah, fresh water. Fresh air. It doesn’t get any better than this.”

“After grass, it will get better. How do I get these mud pies off my feet?”

Thursday – A Little Personal – More Changes

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Lucy and Twiggy

“Why is Mom and Dad’s bed all torn apart, Lucy?”

“I’m not sure Little one. Let me call Mom.”

“Hey, Mom. What is going on here?”

“See the rug, Lucy. We are getting our bed today, and it will go with it.”

“By go, do you mean it’s leaving?”

“Ha, haha. No, I meant it is coordinated in color.”

“Coordinated in color. I wonder what that means? I think I’ll sit this one out.”

“Wow. Close your eyes for a minute and look what happens. Hey, Twiggy.”

“I hear you, Lucy. What do you want?”

“Come into the bedroom.”

“Amazing, Mom. Is this what you mean by coordinated?”

“Yes, sweetheart, it is.”

“Uh, Mom.”

“Yes, Lucy.”

“That bed looks pretty high. I’m not sure I can make it up there.”

“Don’t you worry. A foot bench is coming along with some other things for in here. You’ll be fine.”

“What about me, Mom?”

“Well, Little Potato. You’ll need to be lifted like always.”

“Great Mom. Lucy, come here quick. Look in the back. There is a fence there.”

“All those guys you have been giving a piece of your mind have been working for the last two days. Looks like another day or two, and we’ll have a secure yard.”

“Play tag with me?”

“No one will be able to stop me.”