Sailor here.
Today Mom woke us up in the dark. She threw me out in the middle of the night! I had to go into the dog yard. I didn't get breakfast.
Jib didn’t come with me. He went in the Dog Car with Mom. I was confuzled. Then I went back to sleep.
When Jib came back, he smelled like dog show crates. He smelled like dumbbells. He smelled like Tavish and Aunt Judy.
Jib went to a dog show! Actually, Mom said it was a workshop on a golf curse.
“Are you in Mopin’ now?” I asked Jib, smelling his ruff, which was not knaughty.
“No,” he said, smelling my mouth to see if I had breakfast. I didn’t.
“I am still in Nervous. But Aunt Judy let me play in Mopin’. She had an extra ticket.”
Zoe looked at Jib. “What is Mopin’?” she asked. “Does it make you sad?”
I laughed and so did Jib. I used to think Mopin’ was really called Open and the Mom would teach me to open the refrigerator. But when I learned this was not to be, I realized it was really called Mopin’.
“No, Zoe!” Jib said. “Mopin’ is fun. It is where I get to run. I get to bring back a dumbbell to Mom. I get to jump over a jump to find the dumbbell. I get to jump back over the jump and not drop the dumbbell. I get to jump over a bunch of boards, too. And I get to run to Mom and drop. Fast.”
“Did you have to Stay while Mom went far away?” I asked. This is the part I hate. This is why I only have a Compact Disc somewhere on me and not a Compact Disc named X.
“No,” Jib said, frowning a bit. “Mom stayed in front of me. But I had to Stay for a long time. A long, long time.”
“Did you hitch your bum when Mom left you?” I asked. I really wanted to know that Jib wasn’t perfect.
“Yeah,” Jib said. “And Mom came and made me right. But it was a new place. There were new dogs. I didn’t remember about my bum very well.”
I smiled and gave him a brotherly shove with my shoulder.
“What kind of cookies did you get?” I hope he didn’t get liverwurst. That is my favorite.
“Mom had hot dogs and cheese and light liver cubes,” Jib said. He drooled when he said this.
I drooled, too. I am jealous. I want light liver cubes. Maybe if I find Heel Position all day long, Mom will give me some.
When Jib came back, he smelled like dog show crates. He smelled like dumbbells. He smelled like Tavish and Aunt Judy.
Jib went to a dog show! Actually, Mom said it was a workshop on a golf curse.
“Are you in Mopin’ now?” I asked Jib, smelling his ruff, which was not knaughty.
“No,” he said, smelling my mouth to see if I had breakfast. I didn’t.
“I am still in Nervous. But Aunt Judy let me play in Mopin’. She had an extra ticket.”
Zoe looked at Jib. “What is Mopin’?” she asked. “Does it make you sad?”
I laughed and so did Jib. I used to think Mopin’ was really called Open and the Mom would teach me to open the refrigerator. But when I learned this was not to be, I realized it was really called Mopin’.
“No, Zoe!” Jib said. “Mopin’ is fun. It is where I get to run. I get to bring back a dumbbell to Mom. I get to jump over a jump to find the dumbbell. I get to jump back over the jump and not drop the dumbbell. I get to jump over a bunch of boards, too. And I get to run to Mom and drop. Fast.”
“Did you have to Stay while Mom went far away?” I asked. This is the part I hate. This is why I only have a Compact Disc somewhere on me and not a Compact Disc named X.
“No,” Jib said, frowning a bit. “Mom stayed in front of me. But I had to Stay for a long time. A long, long time.”
“Did you hitch your bum when Mom left you?” I asked. I really wanted to know that Jib wasn’t perfect.
“Yeah,” Jib said. “And Mom came and made me right. But it was a new place. There were new dogs. I didn’t remember about my bum very well.”
I smiled and gave him a brotherly shove with my shoulder.
“What kind of cookies did you get?” I hope he didn’t get liverwurst. That is my favorite.
“Mom had hot dogs and cheese and light liver cubes,” Jib said. He drooled when he said this.
I drooled, too. I am jealous. I want light liver cubes. Maybe if I find Heel Position all day long, Mom will give me some.
1 comment:
Yes, she did. Lots of freeze-dried liver. Now Zoe is jealous.
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