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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Cooper Being a Woman Who Loves Too Much


"Oh my god please don't go please don't go please don't go...wait where you going?! Oh dear lord please please please don't go..don't go...you're going...you're gone..you're gone...DON'T GIVE TREATS TO OTHER DOGS!!!...oh dear god no I know you're leaving me for another dog...DON'T LEAVE!...DON'T LEAVE...Is it because I'm too gassy?...I KNEW IT!...I'm too gassy...the truth comes out...THAT'S FINE! I'M FINE!-I'm FINE!-I'll wait here.DON'T LEAVE!...Sorry...You're coming back!...THAT'S YOU AND YOU'RE COMING BACK I LOVE YOU HOW YOU'RE WALKING BACK TO ME! YAY!! LET'S PLAY!...Can we play? YAY! THERE YOU ARE!...BRAVO FOR ME!...I waited...I waited for you...and I was FINE...So now here you are returning to me at last (PHEW! I KNEW YOU WOULD---I KNEW IT!)...and we'll play and snuggle now???RIGHT?...we're gonna play now, RIGHT?" he pants, shortly before passing out.

5 comments:

linlah said...

exactly.

Cecelia Winesap said...

Dogs are great.

The Subtle Rudder said...

Just got back to Lincoln, where Stella has been having frantic little leg-scrabbling breakdowns whenever I leave the room. I'd order her that "Women Who Love to Much" book, but I don't think it comes in a canine edition. Poor mutt.

Cupcake Murphy said...

Just reinforce with Stella that she needs to find some hobbies of her own---possbily a cooking class or a book club.

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