Tag: Lucy

Thursday – A Little Personal – The Yard Again.

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“Look out, Lucy. Looks like a snake to me.”

“Pretty skinny snake, Little One.”

“Yeah, but it sure is long.”

“It’s not moving. So maybe it’s something else.”

“Like what can it be?”

“Let me give it the once over.”

“Be careful. It seems to go on forever.”

“No talking while I sneak up on this thing.”

“Okay, but I think I know what it is.”

“I’ve seen this before. It’s attached to something.”

“You are so smart, Lucy. What is this thing anyway?”

“It says S-U-N-J-O-E. I wonder who that is?”

“You know it has something to do with dad’s leaf obsession. There he is.”

“I think it’s the picker-upper., but let’s ask.”

“Hey, dad, what is this thing?”

“Yeah, Boss. We want to know.”

“Well, ladies, it is a leaf vacuum. It picks up the leaves.”

“I knew it, Little one.”

“You are so smart, Lucy.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy Do Dishes

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“So Twiggy. We have a golden opportunity right here.”

“What do you mean?

The dishwasher is unattended. Check it out. I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Okay, but what do I do when I get there?”

“Goodness. Don’t tell me you’ve never done the dishes?”

“Isn’t that what a dishwasher does?”

“No, yes. I mean, look at those babies sitting there covered with food.”

“I see them. What do we do?”

“We engage our tongues and sweep all that food into our mouths.”

“Like this?”

“Not the rack. Stand aside, Little One. I mean, you get your mug right in the middle and start licking.”

“You sure that’s sanitary?”

Who cares. It beats finding something on the road.”

“Now, that is something I would never eat.”

“Well, that was an example. I wouldn’t expect you to know about living on the streets.”

“I only know about living with Mom and dad.”

Hey, you two. You’re not licking those dishes, are you?”

“Why would we do that when we have all that wonderful food from you and dad?”

“Good answer, Little one. Now excuse me. I think there is a little bit of peanut butter left.”

“I was only speaking for myself.”

“I know, and let’s hope you always stay as pure as you are now.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy After the Frost

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“Well, Little One, it sure is a lot warmer this morning.”

“You can say that again. I hate those cold temperatures.”

“Yeah, I do too. I wonder if any plants were hurt with the freeze.”

“Freeze? What do you mean?”

“When the temperature goes below 32 degrees Fahrenheit or zero Celsius, it is called a freeze since that is the temperature that water goes from liquid to solid.”

“Oh, like Frozen the movie. Why are these plants on the porch?”

“Mom pulls them up and covers them. They don’t do well in a freeze.”

“What happens to them?”

“Too cold, and they die. Where you going?”

“I think I left my green stick out here. I hope it didn’t get frozen.”

“Don’t worry about your green stick. It doesn’t get hurt by the freeze.”

“No, wait. I think I left it inside.”

“Well, if you did, then it is safe.”

“I better check and make sure.”

“For heaven’s sake, Twiggy. It’s fine.”

“Where are you going?”

“To check the patio plants.”

‘I want to see them too.”

“What a surprise.”

“Uh oh. Looks like the potato vines took a hit.”

“Lemme ask Dad. Hey Dad, will they come back?”

“Sadly no, Twiggy. But they only live in the summer. So it was time for them to say goodbye.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well. Let’s see if this will help. All living things have a certain amount of time allocated to them. When that time is finished, they have to move on.”

“What about green stick? How much time do I have with green stick?”

“Almost forever, Little One.”

“I like that.”

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy Think About 2022

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Well, Little One, the year 2021 is almost finished.”

“Do we get another one?”

“Why yes, we get another one. It’s called 2022.”

“So why do the years keep changing?”

“Gee, no one has ever asked me that before.”

“You have to wonder. The same question could be, why do the clocks change?”

“The years change because humans need to mark time. They want to know where they’ve been and where they are going.”

“What about the clocks?”

“You have me there, Little One. I can’t think of a good answer.”

“Anything special we need to do when the year changes?”

“We can make up some New Year resolutions.”

“You have to explain more about that. What are resolutions?”

“So many questions. Let’s just say you promise yourself that you will be a better dog in the next year.”

“I thought I was the best I could be already.”

“For instance. Maybe you not bark the UPS person to St Louis.”

“Oh, so resolutions are giving up what you love to do?”

“No, I think it is more thinking of others more than yourself.”

“So the UPS guy doesn’t like the barking, and if I gave it up, he would be happier?”

“You have hit the nail on the head, Little One. I think you have the idea.”

“Between you and me? That’s not going to happen. I’ll have to think of another resolution. Maybe giving up snowboarding.

“Well, you work on it. In the meantime, I hope Dad resolves to do something about these leaves.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy’s New Toy

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“What’s that, Little One?”

“My new toy. It’s called a green stick.”

“What’s it taste like?”

“Humm. Let me see.”

“Well?”

“I think it tastes like a margarita.”

“Wait a minute. You have never had a margarita.”

“I know, but I’m thinking a margarita would taste like my green stick.”

“I wonder if the big shots at the toy company know that?”

“Well, if they don’t, then someone ought to tell them.”

“Ya hear that you big shots at the toy company. Marketing pro Twiggy says your green stick should be sold as a margarita flavor.”

“Would get a lot of new users, I’ll bet.”

“I think I’ll stick with the bacon flavors.”

“Of course you will. When the next big thing comes along, you’ll still be taking a nap.”

“Hmmm. Now that you mention it. Hey mom. Open the door, please.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Get New Beds

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“Hey, you guys. Mama bought you both a present.”

“What is it?”

“Follow me.”

“Brand new faux fur beds.”

“Dad. Did you say fox fur?”

“No faux, which means false.”

“Smells false too.”

“Hey, Lucy. Give it a try. It’s very soft. Memory foam and all.”

“You go ahead, little one. I’ll watch.”

“This one is fun to dig in.”

“Yeah, looks that way.”

“I think I’ll take this one.”

“Not sure I like a dug-in bed.”

“You saying you want this one?”

“Can you read my eyes?”

“Trouble here, kids?”

“Lucy wants this bed.”

“Well, she’s the oldest. So let her be happy.”

“Well, okay. You happy now, Lucy.”

“I’ll let you know.”

Later that night.

“What do you think, Lucy?”

“ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Back to Nature

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“Where are you going?”

“Just out back here. I want to check the flowers.”

“Sound fun. I want to help.”

“Okay, by me. I was just going to have a sniff.”

“Look in this little pot. What is this?”

“Hmmm. Can’t see from here. I’ll have to come over there.”

“Your eyes okay? You should be able to see from there.”

“Just getting older little one. Ah yes, this is ivy and sage.”

“These roses still smell great.”

“It won’t be long until they stop blooming. But, of course, you would think by December second they would have stopped by now.”

“These thorns are still pretty strong.”

“You better leave those alone. Those are Mama’s pets.”

“I thought we were Mama’s pets.”

“We are but in a different way. Think if someone tried to hurt us. Mama would have a fit.”

“I get it. You see this?”

“What is it?”

“I’m not sure, but it is slow-moving.”

“Don’t touch that thing. It’s a chinch bug. Put that in your mouth, and you’ll foam like a rabid dog.”

“I guess that would drive Mama up the wall.”

“Yes, we don’t need that kind of drama.”

“So what else do we have to check?”

“You know, I think we should see if those lounge chairs still hold our weight.”

“You’re not saying we are fat, are you?”

“No, I’m thinking we are tired, though.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Happy Thanksgiving From Our House to Yours

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“We are wishing you all a Happy Thanksgiving, right, Twiggy?”

“Uh..Oh, yeah, Right.”

“Where was your head, Little one.”

“On the turkey smell coming from the house.”

“Does smell good.”

“I’m thinking of an Olympic counter surf, Lucy.”

“Try to control yourself. There will be plenty.”

“Not my strongest suit.”

Comments are closed since we are off for the day. However, we are thankful for you.

Wednesday – A Little Out of the Ordinary with Lucy and Twiggy

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“Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving Dad decided to let us have Wednesday.”

“You look a little strange. Do you feel okay?”

“Hey Dad. What’s up with the cartoon?”

“I’m trying to see if you two would make it in a children’s book.”

“That seems like a good idea. Can’t we just be ourselves?”

“I’m not sure how photos will be received. How about a black and white sketch?”

“You know I think this is worse.”

“Okay then let’s go with cartoon for now.”

“Wasn’t the purpose of this post to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving?”

“You can still do that.”

“What do you think, Lucy?”

“I think the boss has pretty much put us on the spot.”

“Yeah maybe we should just play ball and hope this cartoon thingy goes away.”

“I wonder what cartoon kibble tastes like?”

“I’m not sure I want to find out. I wonder about a cartoon ball too.”

“Go get it and see.”

“I think that is the best thing to do. Here I go.”

“Be careful. You never know. The toon goop may be wet.”

“Sure smells okay. I guess it’s going to play okay.”

“Well, that’s a good thing. Not sure I want my kibble in cartoon though.”

“We’ll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Wait a minute. Has this toon gone to your head? You are sounding like an adult.”

Let’s wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving, Little One.”

“Yes, and a hope that we return to normal next week.”

Happy Thanksgiving.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Deal with a Conundrum

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“Lucy, there must be something wrong.”

“Why do you say that, Little One?”

“Do you see all those leaves?”

“Yes, but this is fall. The leaves come off the trees.”

“I’m worried cause yesterday there were none.”

“Yes, that’s true, but we had some high winds last night.”

“Are you sure this is normal? Look how they’ve fallen all at once.”

“Yeah, that does seem a bit strange.”

“Come down here and take a close look at the leaves.”

“If that will make you feel better, okay.”

“What do you think?”

“They look normal to me. All dead.”

“Dead? What are you talking about?”

“Trees go through a cycle. The leaves are meant to die and fall off. Then they grow back in the spring.”

“Even if it is normal, it doesn’t make me feel any better about dying leaves.”

“I know how you feel. But, since there is nothing we can do, how about a game of tag?”

“Are you ‘it?'”

“Of course.”