Tag: Twiggy

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste in the Snow

~ John W. Howell ~ 149 Comments

“Look at this stuff, Twiggy.”

“It’s snow, Tempeste.”

“Where has it been my whole life?”

“It only falls every few years here.”

“Look, you can pick up the chunks and eat it.”

“That makes it fun. Low calorie, too.”

“Well, some of us who are sleek and in fighting condition don’t have to worry.”

“You calling me fat?”

“Never. Big-boned, maybe.”

“Very funny. We are examples of different body styles.”

“Okay. I’m going to grab more of these pieces.”

“This tent is nice for keeping the snow off the turf.”

“Yeah, but it is much more fun out in it.”

“Makes my paws cold.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be a wimp.”

“Okay, you go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Watch my leap. When do you think we can use the whole yard?”

“When you stop eating leaves and acorns.”

“I’m working on that. Yipee, look at me.”

“You are a sight for sure.”

 

“I love this stuff.”

“You can continue, but I must warm up a little.”

“Okay, Grandma. You just rest on the porch.”

“I’ll just do that, youngster.”

“I do think it might be time to go in.”

“This water bottle is frozen. It is definitely time to go in.”

“Maybe some hot cocoa.”

“Dogs don’t drink cocoa. It is bad for us.”

“Maybe just a smell then.”

“Ask Mom.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste

~ John W. Howell ~ 111 Comments

“I’m pretty sure Dad wouldn’t like you sleeping on his computer.”

“It’s so nice and warm, though. Why don’t you cozy up?”

“Okay, is this better?

“I would say so. There are no words running around on you.”

“So where did Mon go anyway?”

“She went to the store to get food.”

Human food, I’ll bet.”

“Well, she sometimes gets our food too.”

“I’m just thinking about a nice taste of peanut butter.”

“We only get that when it is crate time.”

“Whoa, that’s right. We are not in our crates.”

“You just scared the bejeezes out of me jumping up like that.”

“I hear the garage door.”

“I’m going for the back of the couch. I can see better from there.”

“What do you see from there?”

“Mom’s pulling in right now.”

“Why do I hear a noise in the backyard?”

“That’s the mowers for the house behind us. Trust me, Mom is out this way.”

“I’ll take your word. Let me know when we should start the bark-a-thon.”

“Not yet. Let’s let her enter the door, then we’ll cut loose. We need to rush her, too.”

“Yeah, and lots of jumping till she screams, “No jumping.”

“You got it. Ready?

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste at Leisure

~ John W. Howell ~ 126 Comments

“I’ll tell ya, Tempeste. This cold weather makes me want to sleep all day.”

“Yeah. Now that Dad is back blogging, you know that’s impossible.”

“I know it. He has been underfoot for what seems like a century.”

“It was fun visiting with our upright sisters and brother, though.”

“You are so right, but having Dad wander around with no purpose is unsettling.”

“At least he is back to work. I hear he has another book tour coming up.”

“Yes. It is a good thing. It’ll take him out for most of February.”

“That’s a long time. You think he’ll forget us?”

“Nah. He needs us. Besides that, it’s three weeks away. He’ll be around begging us to pose for photos. You wait and see.”

“That’s good. Hey, hold on. Mom just went into the pantry.”

“Too early for dinner. What is she doing in there?”

“I can’t see from here. I hear some things rattling, though.”

“Rattling things? Like maybe some pots and pans?”

“I think we ought to go check. You never know what might hit the floor.”

“You kill me. You know this is a split-second house regarding falling food.”

“Yeah, Mom is the quickest thing on two feet. Even if we can grab something, she has that iron grip that makes keeping the mouth closed around it impossible.”

“Man, did you hear that? There was the sound of a dinner can being opened.”

“Yeah, I heard it. You don’t suppose we took a longer nap than usual, and it really is dinner time?”

“That is impossible. Look outside. There is still plenty of light.”

“You must admit we don’t normally hear cans opening for the humans.”

“You are so right. That’s why I need to go and investigate. You coming?”

“Just give me a bark if I need to come eat something. Be careful out there.”

Thursday – Anything Possible – Twiggy and Tempeste – A New Coolaroo.

~ John W. Howell ~ 76 Comments

“Hey Tempeste, come try this Coolaroo.”

“Try what?”

“Coolaroo is the name of this resting place.”

“It is a hilarious name.”

“Yeah, that may be, but taking a break on it is nice.”

“Okay. Since you are the chief rester around here, I’ll take your word.”

“You don’t have to take my word. These things are made by Austrailians.”

“What does that mean?”

“If anyone knows how to rest, it’s the Aussies.”

“You know I have never met an Aussie.”

“They do work hard and play hard. Dad has some relatives there.”

“This thing does smell good and is easy on the feet.”

“I’m not sure, but I think I hear the roar of the dinner bowl.”

“Did you see that the leaves are all cleaned up?”

“Yeah, Dad cleaned them up.”

“There goes another food opportunity.”

“You aren’t supposed to eat leaves. I think the dinner bowl was a false alarm.”

“I’m heading back to the Coolaroo. Could use some nap time.”

“I’ll call you when the dinner bowl is on.”

“You are the best sister. This is nice.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste Inside

~ John W. Howell ~ 120 Comments

“Ah, it looks like the sun is heading South.”

“I thought the sunset in the West.”

“It does. I was just making my own imagery of how it seems to go down.”

“Oh, I get it. It’s like when you say this game is going South.

“You have it for sure. Speaking of games, is there anything you want to play?”

“I think it’s getting close to dinner. Besides, I hear the gentle rumble of the UPS van. He is within a couple of miles.”

“I think I hear him too. This is serious stuff if he thinks he can stop here.”

“It has been a while since we taught him a lesson.”

“Are you picking up the same vibe I am?”

“You mean the going away vibe instead of the coming to vibe?”

“Exactly. How could this happen? What were we doing that we missed the coming to?”

“We were flapping our gums, that’s what. Can’t hear when we are talking.”

“Look at that. The package is even in the house. Two losers.”

“You know what? I think this sucker was delivered earlier while we were napping.”

“Let me take a sniff. Yeah, this has day-old cardboard stench all over it.”

“You mean it might have been delivered at night?”

“I do pick up the essence of the night. I think you’re right.”

“Let me up on it. I’ll give it the once over.”

“Do you get that night’s wildness finish?”

“I do. I think Mom just brought this into the house. That night’s wildness is pretty strong.”

“I’ll tell ya. I must be getting old to let a night delivery go by without throwing a barking fit could wake the dead.”

“Don’t be too tough on yourself. I missed it, too.”

“But you are a beginner. I have the Olympic medal for barking and the ability to sense even the quietest package delivery.”

“Maybe we need to hone our skills. It’s clear the UPS guy has gone to school on past deliveries.”

“You just may be right. Let’s talk after dinner.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste Get New Winter Coats

~ John W. Howell ~ 126 Comments

“My, don’t you look nice in your new coats.”

“We are unsure of these, but thanks for the treats.”

“Tempeste, you will never get that off that way.”

“How do you get them off?”

You find a nice chair and rub it off.”

“On Mom’s new chairs. Are you nuts?”

They have covers, so no one will be the wiser.”

“I don’t know. Sounds very risky to me.”

“Give it a try. Works wonders.”

“Okay, one rub.”

“Hey. What’s the deal?”

“This coat didn’t even budge. You lied to me.”

“No, I didn’t. It worked in the past. These new ones seem pretty stubborn.”

“You can say that again.”

“That step-over roll hold was pretty impressive.”

“You want to see it again?”

“Ha ha ha. I have to say you are getting good.”

“Don’t forget I have a good teacher.”

“I guess we are not going out.”

“How about a game of tag, then. I’ll be it.”

“Give me a head start.”

“One…two….”

Thursday – Anything Possible – Twiggy and Tempeste in the Yard

~ John W. Howell ~ 133 Comments

“Looks beautiful out there.”

“Let me see.”

“See. Nice and cool and sun.”

“You are right. Let’s call the doorman and go out there.”

“Hey. The tent is back up.”

“So it is. I think that is a good thing.”

“Look at this sun. Feels good.”

“Wait, I forgot my sunscreen.”

“You don’t need it. The sun isn’t that hot.”

“There are UV rays all the same, and a girl doesn’t need sun-damaged skin.”

“I think you are overreacting, but suit yourself.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“You all better now?”

“Yes, I feel protected.”

“I’m glad. You want to play ball?”

“Sure sounds fun. This tent is supposed to keep the leaves off the turf.”

“What did you say, and where are you going?”

“I must tell Dad the tent isn’t keeping all the leaves off the turf.”

“It keeps most of them away. Why are you standing there?”

“Dad isn’t hearing me. I can’t imagine how things are supposed to work if people ignore me.”

“Of course, they have been here longer than us, so maybe they have things figured out.”

“You know why this tent and fencing had to be put up, right?”

“I heard rumors that it was to keep me from eating leaves.”

“That’s right. And these leaves were your favorites.”

“Well, I certainly have matured. Oh, look at that big juicy leaf.”

“It’s not juicy. It’s all dried up, and you should leave it alone.”

“When they are dry, they are nice and crunchy.”

“And will give you an upset tummy. Leave it alone. Where is Dad anyway?”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempest on the Hunt

~ John W. Howell ~ 113 Comments

“Well, it is hunting day, Ms Panther.”

“Yeah, so you told me yesterday.”

“I’ll finish my Yogi with a down dog, and we’ll be ready to go.”

“There is something in the pantry.”

“Pay attention ’cause I’m going to demonstrate on Pink Bunny.”

“You aren’t going to hurt Pink Bunny, are you?”

“Of course not. Now, come closer and watch the technique.”

“Technique? Technique of what?”

“The kill, of course.”

“Wait a minute, you said you wouldn’t hurt Pink Bunny.”

“My technique is so good she’ll not feel a thing.”

“Hold on. Pink Bunny is a good friend of mine.”

“That’s why the kill will be painless and quick.”

“No way. There will be no killing of Pink Bunny today.”

“Come on. The puma is a natural-born killer.”

“The panther says to go pick on someone your own size.”

“Fine. Pink Bunny lives to see another day.”

“Maybe we could have a lesson on a different toy.”

“How about Honey Bee?”

“Another pal. Think of someone else.”

“Fish?”

“Let me think it over.”

“Some killer panther you are.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Chilly Weather

~ John W. Howell ~ 94 Comments

“Wow, that was some storm last night. Look at our tent.”

“Yeah, and it is chilly out here. Hey dad. What’s the temperature.”

“Right now, it is 58 degrees (14.4C) but was 46 (7.7C).”

“Way too cold for outside play.”

“Hey, Mom, open up. A couple of freezing fur kids out here.”

“Tempeste. Dad will let us in.”

“Now, this cozy office is more like it.”

“I suppose you are right. That air was a little brisk. I need to find a toy.”

“There are a lot of choices. What’s that?”

“I have Mr. Eel. I haven’t played with him in ages.”

“Now what?”

“I’m giving Mr. Watermelon a look-see.”

“This is like watching a bee go from flower to flower.”

“Mr cheeseburger looks like he might need a friend.”

“You two okay in here?”

“Yes, Dad. Twiggy is making up her mind on which toy to play with.”

“Okay, so I see you are looking at Mr. Butterfly.”

“I always enjoy playing with Mr. Butterfly.”

“Does this mean you are settled, and I can choose a toy now?”

“Oh yes. Be my guest.”

“You won’t believe me if I told you I wanted to play with Mr. Butterfly.”

“Oh yes, I would. It is like everything else I play with. You want it the minute I touch it.”

“I resemble that remark.”