Tag: Lucy

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy

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“I suppose we ought to be quiet and not wake the pups.”

“They get enough naps. You don’t have to be quiet.”

“Whoa, what was that Lucy?”

“Mom and the Boss passing through.”

“Looks like rise and shine time, Lucy.”

“Hmmm.”

“Time to get up and play with me.”

“Five minutes more Little One.”

“Come on. We have things to do.”

“Things? What kind of things. We’re dogs, remember?”

“Where did you go, Kiddo?”

“I’m over here by the toy basket.”

“I’m hunting for the perfect toy for us to play with together.”

“Just can’t wait.”

“I can’t find what I’m looking for. Is it on the couch?”

“Jump up there and see.”

“Here’s Dad. Can you see if Octopus is on the couch.”

“I passed Octopus in the hall.”

“Could you go get it?”

“Um. Are your feet okay?”

“I get it, Dad. I’m going. Geez, I have to do everything.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Fries before Guys

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“What do you have there, Little One?”

“Mom bought us a new toy. Look it says Fries Before Guys. What does that mean?”

“I think it means that French Fries have a higher rank on the food chain than boys.”

“Sounds strange. Excuse me, I need to find Mom.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“What did Mom say?”

“Exactly what you said. Also to enjoy the toy.”

“So what do you take from the saying?”

“That Fries are more delicious than boys.”

“I think that’s a pretty good take away Little One.”

“I can’t imagine what fries or boys taste like.”

“Let’s hope you don’t have to find out. In the meantime, enjoy the toy.”

“I think the container is more fun actually.”

Mom keeps putting the fries back in the container.”

“Yeah, Little Potato. Mom’s are like that.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy

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Lucy and Twiggy

“Hey, dad. Any chance of forcing Lucy to play with me?”

“Now you know that doesn’t work well, Little One.”

“look at her though. Sound asleep when there are toys to play with.”

“Go see if she wants to play.”

“You want to play, Lucy?”

“Little potato. I’ve played with you for the last three hours. I need a small break.”

“Okay, then. I’ll just wander over and play with my hamburger.”

“There you go. A nice hamburger.”

“Lots of fun. Look I can chew the cheese-like fabric.”

“Uh-huh. Why not play with Beaver?”

“Beaver is under the couch.”

“Get the Boss to help you.”

“Dad? Can you get Beaver for me?”

“Sure Twiggy. No problem.”

“Ah Thanks, Dad.  Beaver is my friend.”

“I hope Beaver likes to be checked for fleas.”

“It’s no fun trying to play alone.”

“Come over here, Little one.”

“You know there are times when you just have to play alone.”

“But I miss playing with you.”

“Okay. I’ll make you a deal. We take a nap then I’ll play with you.”

“Okay, Lucy. You are the best. I’ll try to close my eyes.”

“I think more important is trying to close the mouth.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Temps below 100 Degrees

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Twiggy and Lucy

“So Lucy, what’s the deal?”

“The temperature is below 100 degrees for the first time this month.”

“Is it the end of the world?”

“No, Little One. A cool front moved in, and it is cooler now.”

“How cool is it, Lucy?”

“Hmmm let’s see. That thermometer says ninety-seven degrees.”

“Ninety-seven degrees? Are you kidding me?”

“Uh, no. That is what it says.”

“With you going on about the cool, I thought it would be well below one hundred.”

“Hey. Every little bit counts.”

“Okay, I’m going to try it out.”

“I think the back patio would be the place to relax.”

“Come over to my spot on the grass and see if you like it.”

“Okay. Let me sniff out a good place.”

“Well, how is it?”

“Comfy. But too many ants for my taste.”

“So come to the back patio.”

“Okay. I’m on my way.”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t see any ants.”

“Relax, Lucy. I have the cabana server running us a couple of drinks.”

“When he gets here would you ask him to put up the umbrella?”

Thursday – A Little Personal Twiggy and Lucy Stay Home

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Lucy and Twiggy

There they are. The dreaded crates waiting for their next victims.

“Look, Lucy. The rents are going out without us.”

“There’s peanut butter in it for us.”

“I just happened to notice how big your crate is, and it has a soft bed.”

“Yeah. That’s cause I know where one does not go potty.”

“Gosh. That happened once when I was a puppy.”

“You better watch the Pinocchio effect there Little One. I’m checking on you.”

“I love this beddy.”

“It’s not a beddy its a pad.”

“Whatever you call it, it’s nice.”

“You need to get out of there now.”

“Hey, Little Potato. There is a jar of peanut butter with your name on it.”

“I’m calling for room service.”

“What good girls. Already in your crate.”

“Yes, Boss. We are waiting for the goods

“Well, here you are.” We’ll be back soon.”

“Take all the time you want, boss. I’ll be busy here for an hour.

“Me too, Dad.”

 

Thursday – A little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy Outside

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Twiggy and Lucy

“What’s that noise at the fence?
“Don’t know little one. But the Boss wants a photo.”

“Where ks he? it’s hot out here?’

“I have no idea.”

“Oh, here he is.  Snap to Lucy.”

“You sure he’s ready?”

“Good photo, girls. Thanks.”

“I’m going to the fence Twiggy.”

“I’ll beat you, Lucy.”

“You always do.”

“So, what is it?”

“I think there is a squirrel out there, Lucy.”

“That’s all? I’m getting out of the sun.”

“Hey, mom. I’m ready to come in.”

“I’m going to stay. You never know what’s out there.”

“Now I’ll do my fawn impersonation. Patience is golden.”

“I’m doing my nap on the porch impersonation. No patience necessary.”

“Okay, Lucy. I gave up. These rocks are interesting, though.”

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 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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