A chronicle of life with dogs, or what you will.

By Jessi Chartier

 

I can has Spring?

Maddy: Outside!!!

Oscar: What is this goo all over the ground?

Maddy: Freedom!

Oscar: Eewww, and it's sticking to my paws.

Maddy: Who cares? It's slippery and slidy. Look how far I can slide!

Oscar: Oh, how horrible: your entire underbelly is covered in it.

Maddy: It smells awesome! I'm gonna roll in it!

Oscar: You are really quite dim, aren't you? This is why you get gunk in your ears.

Maddy: What?

Oscar: Well, at least you're amusing.

Maddy: I has to pee.

Oscar: The corner over there is always a safe spot.

Maddy: Ok!

Oscar: I suppose I should find a spot myself.

Maddy: All done!

Oscar: I do enjoy this patch of grass over h - wait, where is the grass? Let me check my back up.

Maddy: At least all that nasty cold frozen stuff is gone.

Oscar: Yes. But where is the brown, flat grass that was just here yesterday?

Maddy: I'll find it!

Oscar: I can smell it, but I can't see it. How odd.

Maddy: I'll run around this earthy goo and find it. Ooh! I bet it's underground. I should dig.

*I come walking out*

Me: What's going on out here? Maddy! Stop digging in the yard. Oh dear lord, you're covered in mud.

Maddy: What?

Oscar: I warned her.

Me: Would you just pick a spot and go potty, Oscar. We don't have all day. Especially now.

Maddy: I love mud!

Oscar: Alright, alright.

*wanders*

Me: Go potty!

Oscar: Fine. (pause) Happy?

Me: Good boy. Inside you two. I'll get the tub running.

*Maddy prancing into the house*

Maddy: Run?! Hooray!

Me: Did you have fun outside, Oscar?

Oscar: I hate Spring.

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