Thursday, January 20, 2011

Drop It

Hi.

I'm happy to see you too.

Hold on. Let me put my stuff down.

Ok. Now I can say hi.

Kisses.

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Sit.

No. Sit.

SIT.

Good boy.

Now stay.

Stttt-aaayyy.

NO. SIT.

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Off my foot please.

Off my foot.

MOVE.

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You wanna play? Ok, drop it.

Drop.

DROP.

Get it.

Good boy. Now, drop it.

Drop.

DROP.

No, I don't play tug. Drop it.

Good boy. Get it.

[Wash, rinse, repeat]

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Don't rip up your toys like that.

Down. DOWN.

<><><>

You wanna go outside? Ok.

[Outside]

[Inside]

[Outside]

[Inside]

[Outside]

[Inside]

No. You've been in and out for the past 30 minutes. You cannot go outside right now.

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What are you getting into?

Come.

Come.

COME.

<><><>

You're such a good boy. Asterisk.

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You're so cute. How did you get to be so cute?

Really, ridiculously freaking cute.

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Don't whine.

Stop whining.

Why are you whining?

No.

No.

NO.

<><><>

Who loves you? I love you.

Kisses.

<><><>

Drop it.

Drop.

DROP.

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They say that having a dog is a preview for kids. As of now I can't write any compare and contrast papers, you know, since Venus is in the freezer and we're sans kids. But something tells me there is good reason they say such things.

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