Tag: Twiggy

Thursday – Anything Possible – Lucy and Twiggy Out and About

~ John W. Howell ~ 86 Comments

“Well Lucy it looks like a beautiful day.”

“It does little one. I’m glad that cold weather is gone for a while.”

“What are you looking at over there?”

“Oh, you know. The usual. Stray pumas, peacocks, squirrels, water buffalos.”

“You would think you could spot one of those.”

“I wish. It would be good to have some excitement.”

“Wait. You mentioned peacocks. Have you seen any of those?”

“No I haven’t. I heard mom talking about one in our driveway.”

“Do you know what they smell like?”

“I hear like chicken.”

“Chicken? What the heck do chickens smell like?”

“Beats me. Maybe like peacocks.”

“You know Lucy. Sometimes I’m sorry I ask a question.”

“Well, you shouldn’t feel that way. I usually give it my best shot.”

“Is there anyone out there that knows what a peacock smells like?”

“Oh, sure. Break the fourth wall. Good luck with that.”

“Someone will know.”

“Why not ask what chicken smells like. Maybe more have smelled chickens than peacocks. Of course, human noses are pretty underdeveloped.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy and the Holiday

~ John W. Howell ~ 95 Comments

“Hey, Lucy. You ever wonder about those things hanging on the wall.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Look over here. I didn’t notice these before. Here’s one with T on it.”

“Those are stockings hung so Santa can fill them. That T is for Twiggy.”

“Mom. What did you put on Lucy’s Paws?”

“A little gift in advance of Santa’s visit.”

“Why does this big one say “Naughty?”

” I guess that would be yours then.”

“No, I’m sure that’s yours. It’s the biggest. I’ll take the little one.”

“Suit yourself. I think either one would be okay.”

“Hey, this one says ‘Naughty’ on it too.”

“Of course it does. I’ll bet if you turn it over, it will say ‘Nice.”

“How did you know that?”

“Been around the farm a few times, I suppose.”

“Yup, it says nice on the other side.”

“This one does too. ”

“I guess then it doesn’t matter about the words. You can have mine.”

“Well, thank you, Little One. I think.”

“There we go. The bigger bone goes to the smartest.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I think that this little one is tastier.”

“I’m sure it is. Well, let me know when you decide which one you want.”

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Conversation

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“Look at this, Little One; it looks like Dad and his leaf sucker were at work.”

“I can’t believe how leaf free the turf is now.”

“Well, there are a couple still left.”

“But notice there are none stuck to your paws.”

“Very true. You know that is a real pain when it happens.”

“I wonder where Dad take all those leaves?”

“Humm. I was going to have a quick answer then discovered I really don’t know.”

“Is this another life mystery that we have to solve?”

“I hope not. There are so many other mysteries that seem a little more important.”

“Like what?”

Let me see. Ah here’s one. Where do squirrels sleep at night?”

“That is a good one. I never thought about that before.”

“How about this? Were do tuggy toys come from.”

“Mom always gives us tuggy toys.”

“Where does she get them”

“You are starting to make my brain hurt. Let’s change the subject.”

“Okay. How far am I from you right now?”

“You think dogs know anything about distance? How should I know?”

“You wanted me to change the subject.”

“I’m beginning to think we need some reference material. Maybe a Google account.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy in the Warm Again

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“What do you suppose happened out here?”

“Looks like the trees have finally let go of their leaves.”

“This yard was clean a day ago.”

“I know. I think the chilly weather made the trees dump their leaves.”

“I’m going to check out the patio  and see what’s happening there.”

“Now that the days are warm again, I’ll go with you.”

“All looks okay here. But, I wonder about Mom’s potting area.”

“This looks great out here. Maybe sunbath time.”

“Might be a good idea, but I must have a look-see first.”

“Never heard of the fate of the curious cat, I suppose.”

“What cat. I don’t smell a cat.”

“Never mind. I forgot how easily you are distracted. Looks like a lot of leaves here too.”

“You were saying about that sun bath?”

“Since it’s warm, I thought we could lay out.”

“Check out the roses. Looks like we are getting some more blooms.”

“Correct as usual, King Friday. They are beautiful.”

“I’m going to stake out my lounge. You coming?”

“Just want to look at this Mandeville. No blooms on it.”

“Boy, this is going to be a great day. It’s like summer all over again.”

“I agree. I wonder if mom will put more plants in this pot.”

“You can ask her.”

“After our sunbath. I think I will. This would be a good spot for some red cyclamen.

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Face the Cold (Again)

~ John W. Howell ~ 111 Comments

“Whoa, It’s chilly out here.”

“It is for sure, Little One. I wonder what happened.”

“Whattya mean ‘what happened?'”

“It was so warm yesterday.”

“Well, this is Texas, after all.” Where you going?”

“There’s some sun over there. I’m going to see if it’s warmer.”

“Any warmer?”

“Maybe a little, but it’s hard to say.”

Why don’t you get into the big sun?”

“Now that’s a good idea.”

“Why are you walking this way. The big sun is behind you.”

“I know, but I thought you and I could play over there.”

“You go ahead, and I’ll join you.”

“You are not just saying that.”

“No, here I come. Would rather be inside, though.”

“Come on, it is definitely warmer here.”

“Seems a little warmer but not up to my standards.”

“Let’s run around. Maybe that will help.”

“Uh, running this time of year is another challenge.”

“Maybe you would like to run back to the house.”

“Now you’re talking. Can you say bee-line?”

“Hey, Dad. What’s the temperature out here anyway.”

“My trusty watch says 39 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s 3.8 degrees Celsius.”

“Okay, that’s it. Inside for me.”

“I’ll be right behind you. I didn’t realize it was that cold.”

“I think I can see my breath.”

“Oh, stop. It has to be much colder for that. Come on, Dad. We need in.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy in the Yard

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“What are you sniffing there?”

“I’m not sure. Is there such a thing as a puma squirrel cross?”

“I don’t think so. Look at that Hibiscus. Looks wilted.”

“You’d be wilted too if you had to stay out in the cold temperatures overnight.”

“Yeah, I suppose so. Unfortunately, we have had a couple of nights near freezing.”

“Well, I guess there is nothing to track down here.”

“So what about this puma squirrel cross?”

“It is the funniest thing. I can’t separate the two scents. It’s like they are one.”

“Well, that is very odd. Normally you have no trouble.”

“I know. You don’t think dogs can get COVID do you?”

“I hear it has happened. But you don’t have to worry. Mom and Dad are protected, and they haven’t had it.”

“You have to wonder about that pesky squirrel, though. You don’t know where his paws have been.”

“I don’t think you have to worry. You would have to catch him to get anything.”

“I suppose you are right. So far, he has been able to get away.”

“Of course, there is another consideration for the mixed scents.”

“What’s that?”

“The squirrel is wearing a puma suit.”

“That can’t happen. Can it?”

“Naw. Just messin’ with you. Let’s play tag.”

 

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy Take Time.

~ John W. Howell ~ 118 Comments

“so, what’s up today, Little One?”

“I thought we could take a stroll in the garden. The rain has refreshed everything.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

“Well, you have to consider the source.”

“Speaking of that. You are not the usual source of a cultural experience.”

“Yeah, I know. I just thought it would be fun to take time to smell the roses.”

“The roses are not blooming now, but I get your point.”

“Look at this pot full of flowers.”

“Yes, it is nice. There are some pentas, marigolds, and a potato vine.”

“I guess I never took the time to appreciate them.”

“We all do that sometimes, Little One.”

“Can we eat these?”

“That kind of appreciation could get you grounded. I’m loving this climbing thingy.”

“The other plants look great, too.”

“Yes, they do. Did you see the ones hanging in the mountain laurel?”

“Um. I think so. Couldn’t hurt to take another look.”

“See ’em over there?”

“Yes, I see them. The last time I looked at them, that pesky squirrel was running amuck.”

“Well, he’s not there now, so enjoy them.”

“Come to think about it. This is a great way to spend a morning.”

“You are so right, Little One. My job is finished here. Enjoy.”

“I’ll be right in. I’m going to take a few moments with my thoughts.”

“I think a few moments is all it will take.”

“What?”

“Nothing. See you later.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Outside

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“Where you going, Little One?”

“I’m going to the wilderness.”

 

“The wilderness. Where’s that?”

“No dog’s land around the corner.”

“Hey, wait for me. That could be dangerous.”

“Hurry up then. An adventure awaits.”

“Okay, keep talking to me, so I know you’re safe.”

“Everything is fine. So far, so good.”

“You sure everything’s fine? You’re pretty silent.”

“Just sniffin’ the clues. Can’t talk and sniff at the same time.”

So, what did you find out here?”

“A big bunch of nothing. That’s what.”

“Looks pretty bare, I’d say. I’m leaving.”

“One more sniff over there, then I’m with you.”

“That was a pretty long sniff.”

“After the puma takes in the wild scent of the water buffalo, the stalking is on.”

“Cut that out. You look like you’re possessed.”

“The puma keeps the water buffalo in its sight, careful not to spook it.”

“Well, the water buffalo has other plans than to be jumped on by a demonic puma.”

“The puma checks the trail. Yes, the scent is fresh.”

“I’m going inside now. You can stop.”

“Step by step, the puma closes the gap. The water buffalo looks panicked.”

“Hey, mom. Open the door. It is definitely time to come in.”

“The puma has the water buffalo cornered. The time has come to spring.”

“Come on, mom. This is getting serious.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, you big chicken. I’m just playing.”

“Okay then. I guess that no dog’s land got me spooked.”

“The puma saves the water buffalo treat for another day.”

“Quit that.”

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Lucy See Something New

~ John W. Howell ~ 124 Comments

“What the heck is that, Lucy?”

“I don’t know Little One. Looks like a toy.”

“What’s a toy doing in the backyard?”

Yeah, that is a good question. Smells like a toy.”

“You think Dad dropped it here?”

“I don’t see him but I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Maybe to take photos of us wondering how the thing got here.” You know how he is on Thursday.”

“I can tell you, this is not something I would play with at all.”

“You have to wonder sometimes. Our parents seem tone deaf when it comes to certain toys.”

“That is some kind of flower or something and I’m not going to jump at the bait.”

“You know it could be an agave. You know how dad is about margaritas.”

“We are a couple of dogs. I wouldn’t be caught dead playing with an agave.”

“I’m sure dad meant well. But I think you’re right.”

“I’m chalking that up to a toy fail. I think I’m going to tell mom.”

“Okay, but be careful. She may have a hand in it too.”

“Good point. Maybe they’ll get the hint when the thing sits there a while.”

“Yeah, a good old passive-aggressive move for sure.