Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The bubble over Ben's head

5:15 A.M.

Coffee? You're really going to have a cup of coffee before we go for a walk? 
Un - flippin' -- believable.
Daylight's burnin', sister.

* canine eye roll * 
Yeah, sure. I want to sit outside. Like I want my nails clipped, fool. 
While you have coffee, check your blogs, comment on Facebook and play Words with Friends?
Like yeah. I REALLY want to sit outside.

Maybe if I look sad and pathetic, hanging over the back door riser.
Good god, the things a dog must do for a walk around here. 
There MUST be another way.

Ummm. Just checking the weather stripping.
Unless you've got something else in mind?

I smell gas. Activate home evacuation plan.
To Comstock Park.

Wait. . .  wait. . . wait. I hear the rustle of poop bags. 
And she's getting those goddawful tennis shoes on. 
Must we always look like we just stepped out of "The Grapes of Wrath"?

* canine sigh *

I shall prance around and bark.
Bad idea. 
I look like a freakin' tribble.

Default to adorably desperate.

Time to rally the troops. Let's get this wagon train a' movin', little missy.
Note to self: Tongue photo bombs are so unbecoming.
I look like friggin' Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.


I'm outta here.
See you in the Promised Land. Arrivederci, baby!


  1. You worked hard for that walk. Hope it was wonderful.

  2. Note to Ben - Pull the plug on the internet access!

    This post is hilarious! You have outdone yourself!

  3. Jeez...I hope you finally got a nice big walk after all of that!

  4. baahaahaa... that was so cute and funny!! Thanks for the laugh.