Tag: A little personal

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy Plays Alone

~ John W. Howell ~ 68 Comments

A Little Persona;

“Hey, lucy. Can you hear me? If so, do you want to play?”

“Um. Can it wait?  I’m just about to catch a squirrel.”

“What’s the problem Little One?”

“Lucy won’t play with me.”

“She will later. How about you play with your toys?”

A Little Personal

“I have played with all those before.”

“Yes, but these are difficult times, and you’ll just have to make due.”

“Let me think about it while I do my Yoga exercises.”

“Nice ‘downward facing dog’ pose.”

“Okay, all refreshed. Let me look these over.”

“Take your time.”

“You know what? I just can’t do it.”

“Oh, Twiggy. You need to try.”

A Little Personal

“Okay. I will do French Fry.”

“There you go. Want to play tuggy?”

A Little Personal

“Now we are talking, Dad.”

“You almost have me.”

“One more yank, and you’ll be on the floor.”

“So glad you can play alone.”

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy Needs a Playmate

~ John W. Howell ~ 69 Comments

Lucy and Twiggy

“Why the long face, Lucy?”

“Twiggy is licking me.”

“Twiggy. You know Lucy doesn’t like that.”

“She won’t play with me.”

“Maybe she just wants to rest for a while. Come get a toy.”

“She would like to rest all day. Okay, I’m coming.”

“I have fish. Could you tell her to play with fish and me?”

“You can play by yourself. Lucy has a right to do what she wants.”

“The puma has fished the stream and comes up with dinner.”

“Little One. Cats like a puma wouldn’t fish in a stream.,”

“So, you want to show me what pumas would do?”

“Gadzooks. I didn’t mean to get pulled in.”

“But you are in now.”

“Okay, then. The mama bear is going to show the cub how to fish.”

“Yahoo Mama. We are going fishing. I just love fish.”

“Easy Little One. We have to be quiet, or we’ll scare the fish.”

“Come on, Mama. Let’s go get em.”

“Follow me, Little one.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Look, Mama. I’ve caught a big fish.”

“Well done, Little One. Now Mama is going to take a nap. Fishing wears me out.”

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lovely Weather

~ John W. Howell ~ 92 Comments

A Little Persona;

“So you think we need sunscreen, Lucy?”

“No,  Little One. We’ll mind the shadows.”

“Well, now that we are out here, I want to look at that olive tree.”

“I’ll come with you. Been wanting to check it out myself.”

“You should see all the little buds on it.”

“Yeah, those are the beginning of the flowers.”

“In fact, they say flowers in April, you get a bushel of olives.”

“Flowers make olives?”

Yes, those little buds will form closed blossoms and then turn into olives.”

“You think Dad can use olives?”

“Sometimes he likes something called a martini on the rocks. He puts two olives in that.”

“Well, that sounds disgusting. Hey, what’s that noise?”

“I didn’t hear anything.”

A Little Personal

That squeak. It’s the mail lady opening the box. How did we miss that?”

“Go get her. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Boy, Little One. You sure gave it to her. That was so satisfying.”

“I know, right? I hit her with my double-double bark. I would have loved to see her face.”

“I don’t know about you but I could sure use some shut-eye.”

“Yeah, it’s nice in the shade. Let’s do a nap. The UPS guy is not due for an hour so we have plenty of time.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Social Distance

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A Little Personal

“Twiggy. What are you doing in the shower?”

“I heard we had to distance ourselves, and this is the furthest place I could find.”

“Okay, we need to talk. Let’s ht the livingroom.”

A Little Personal

“The suggestion on social distance applies to humans.”

“Well, I still think Lucy looks, suspect.”

“Maybe you two should go outside.”

“I’m telling you, Boss. She has flipped.”

“She is just concerned like all of us, Lucy. Twiggy, come on over.”

“But you pups have nothing to worry about. Besides, isn’t it nice to have us here all the time?”

“Yeah, sure. What’s that Little One? A squirrel?”

“Nope, no squirrel.”

“How about a ruckus inside, Lucy?

“What about social distance?”

“Well, the way I see it, we are fine here. Look at my shark impersonation.”

“Your dorsal fin looks a little skinny but otherwise a good one.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Rainy Day

~ John W. Howell ~ 78 Comments

Lucy and Twiggy

“Okay, Dad. it’s raining. What are we supposed to do?”

“I think you have enough to entertain yourselves Little One.”

“You gotta be kidding. Like how?”

“Follow me, and I’ll show you.”

“Okay, so what am I looking at?”

“A pile of toys, two Bennie Bones, and a chew thingy.”

“Alright, so I’ll choose Flamingo. Happy now?”

“The boss has given you the look, Little One.”

“The look? What’s the look?”

“It’s what his face does when he thinks you should take care of yourself.”

“I would be outside running in the yard if I took care of myself.”

“Yeah, but it’s raining, and you know how you hate the rain.”

“Yeah, I do hate it.  Makes my paws all wet, and then I’m told to quit licking my paws.”

“Your life is a volume of tragedy, Little One.”

“Hey, I have an idea. How about a game of soccer or as the rest of the world says, football.”

“That could work. I suppose.”

“So here is Lionel Messi of FC Barcelona ready to take on Kevin De Bruyne of Manchester.”

“Where do you get this stuff?”

“Someone sent Dad a subscription to Sports Illustrated. Messi outmaneuvers the fatter De Bruyne and sends the ball downfield.”

“You crack me up, Twiggy. You really do. DeBruyne outruns the slower Messi returns the ball and SCORES.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy at Play (A Little)

~ John W. Howell ~ 86 Comments

Twiggy and Lucy

“Hey, Lucy. YOU AWAKE?”

“Um, I am now.”

“How about a game of Puma and Water Buffalo?”

“You get to be the Puma, right?”

“Well, let’s just ask ourselves. Who most resembles the Puma?”

“Sure, and who most resembles the Water Buffalo?”

“I will ask everyone out there. Who indeed.”

“Who are you talking to for heaven’s sake?”

“Just a couple of deer. Certainly, no one who can answer the question.”

“For a minute there….Ah, never mind.”

“So how about it? A quick game? After all, it is fifty degrees.”

“Okay, but don’t start whining when the Water Buffalo gores you silly.”

“The Puma begins the stealthy attack.”

“The Water Buffalo prepares to defend the herd.”

“The Puma stikes with razor-like claws.”

“Which the Water Buffalo deflects.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“The Puma decides to let the Water Buffalo live.”

“The Water Buffalo decides to let the Puma live.”

“That was fun.”

“Yes, it was. Makes a nap so much more beautiful.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Face a Cold Day

~ John W. Howell ~ 88 Comments

 

“Hey, dad. What’s the temp like out there?”

“Right now, it’s 47 (8.33 C) degrees. Looks like a high of 49 (9.44 C ).”

“What do you think, Lucy. Play outside?”

“You nuts, Little One? I need 60 (15.5 C) degrees before I go out there.”

“I agree. Gonna take this old lap.”

“I think you are making the right move.”

“You going to nap some more?”

“Yeah. Let me just rest my eyes.”

“How about a game of calamari?”

“Maybe in a few minutes.”

“You two need to get some exercise.”

“Who us?”

“Yeah, you.”

Geez, Mom. That’s a little harsh. It gives me a body image challenge.”

“From where I sit, Lucy, I think mom has a point.”

“Okay, that’s it. You have to the count of three to grab that squid and run for your life.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy’s Two Year Birthday

~ John W. Howell ~ 105 Comments

Twiggy and Lucy

“Hey, Twiggy. I hear Mom coming in from outside.”

“What’s the big deal? She does that all the time.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“Since it’s your birthday, I think she has a surprise.”

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

“Go to the dining room and take a look.”

“I certainly smell something up there. I can’t reach it, though.”

“What does it smell like?”

“Offhand, I would say yogurt and peanut butter.”

“Yeah, from here, I think that’s a good guess. Oh, here comes mom with a car seat.”

“Now we’re talking. I can jump right up here.”

“Hold on, Little Potato. I think mom and the boss want to sing Happy Birthday.”

“I forget how it goes.”

🎶 Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Twiggy. Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuu.🎶

Twiggy and Lucy

“Oh, I’m so happy. When can we dig in?”

“Go for it, Little One. The singing is over, and now the eating should start.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Cold Again

~ John W. Howell ~ 68 Comments

Lucy and Twiggy

“So what, are we doing out here, Lucy?”

“I thought we were going to play ball.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“I think I can see my breath.”

“I don’t doubt it, Little One. I’m calling mom.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“What is taking so long? I swear it is freezing out here.”

“I’m not sure. It’s like we have been abandoned.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Okay, you two, you are inside now. What is the big feal?”

“Exactly what is the temperature out there?”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Let’s see. Looks like 41 degrees with a high today of 42 and a low of 30 degrees.”

“Man, oh, man. And we short hairs are supposed to play ball out there?”

Lucy and Twiggy

Not me. This is more like it.”

“Yeah, I’m heading to my bed.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“You in your bed, Little one?”

“Murfff.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Play Ball or Not

~ John W. Howell ~ 80 Comments

Lucy and Twiggy

“Hey, Little one. How about a game of Jolly ball.”

“Um. I’m kind of busy right now.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Busy? Doing what?”

“I’m looking for acorns.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Acorns? You know you are not supposed to chew those. They’re not good for dogs.”

“I’m not going to chew them.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“What are you going to do then?”

“I’m going to use them as bait for that pesky squirrel.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“You gotta be kidding me. Look this ball is a sure thing. You’ll never get that squirrel.”

“Well, rather than chase it, I’ll lay a couple of acorns down and when it comes to get them I’ll pounce like a mama lion.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Okay then. I’m going to go get some rays.”

“Where did all the acorns go anyway?”

Lucy and Twiggy

“I hate to tell you but Mom comes out here and picks them up.”

“Well, no wonder.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“So you might just as well come over and take in the sun too.”

“I just can’t imagine Mom coming out here to pick them up.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“She doesn’t want you to get sick, Dufus.”

“Aww, you think so?”

Lucy and Twiggy

“I know so. Also, she hates it when you sit in those rocks.”

“Why. I like them. They are nice and warm.”

Lucy and Twiggy

“Yes, and you get ant bites over there.”

“Not all the time. Just once in a while. You gonna move over or what?”