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BooBooDog Talks!!

Sunday Jun 02, 2002 01:33:00 PM

(REAL Family Press - 6/2/02 - copyrighted Linda Nelson AKA "The Lady")

This morning, Des was up and about, putzing 'round the house, doing her homework (a weekend-long thing for some reason as we get close to the end of school)... As she was standing by the "magic spot" in the kitchen, I asked her if she'd quickly feed the puppers for me...

Well, all they needed to hear was "breakfast" and were off!... LOL... As Des is trying to open the four cans, Precious decides to chime in on the action... It's true - there is no snooze alarm on a hungry cat....

The three puppers are tall from Rogaine being #1 to BooBooDog being #3... Generally, Rogaine can just about touch anything at counter-level if he just stretches up enough... So he's over by Des and the counter, nose a'goin to beat the band, edging out everyone else from his breakfast... When using his nose and stretching out doesn't accomplish his goal, he does this "jump and bump" tactics... If you don't have both of your knees locked, he can hit the back of your knee, causing it to cave in and almost bring you to your knees (and hopefully you'll be bringin' that breakfast down to his level~~!!)...

YogiBear's trying to muscle into the action and although not quite as tall as Rogaine, his 'method of attack' is just to remain consistent at his place in line... The three of them know their line-up and to wait their turn...

However, BooBooDog must have been exceptionally hungry this morning... And as she's the tiniest of the three, she's got to outwit "the boys" whenever possible... LOL... First she tries the "jump and bump" technique, but Des had her weight evenly distributed as she's opening cans...

"OK, that didn't work... now what will I try?.... OK, now look at me... I'll dance for you here... Aren't I just the cutest thing?... Feed me first, 'cause I'm dancin' for ya!!... Lookie, lookie... watch me dance... OK, so you're not that impressed... Hmmm... now what am I goin' to do?... OK, how 'bout a tiny butt bite to get your attention... (nibble... nibble... nibble...)

"UT OH... here comes that darned cat... tryin' to muscle into my place in line... Dumb ole cat... I'll just go around to the other side of the line and push her off the end of the line... (mad dash to the left... push... push... push... )... Maybe if I wag my tail in the cat's face, she'll get the idea... (wag... wag.. wag...)

"What's with that dumb ole cat?... Didn't work... OK, so I'll go back to dancin... Look at me... I can dance AND walk at the same time... NOW I get fed first, right?.... (hmmm... that didn't work either... that dumb ole cat is making just TOO much noise)... "Bark - me first! I'm the cutest here in line... Me First!!....

"Rogaine, move over... let me at one of those knees... (jump and bump... nibble... )... Hmmm... nothing's workin here... And now, of all times, that girl child starts laughin' so hard she's losing her focus on gettin' that can opened... I KNOW I heard at least two cans opened already... For sure, one of those has got to be MINE...

"Maybe the trick is to talk to that girl child... HEY YOU~!! See me down here? I'm the cute one... Don't you feel sorry for me?... And I already lost my place in line... Stop laughing, girl child... And get on with dishin' out the grub....

"Boy, those girl childs pick the WORST time to get into one of those laughing fits... Why do these humans have such a bad sense of timing... (runnin' to the #2 spot in line...)...

"Here I am, girl child... Did ya miss me?... (jump, bump, bark, bark)... (run... run... run... to Big Daddy.... he'll speak up for me)... Geezie, peezie... He's busy hitting the black box thingy he likes... No help there... He's not even paying attention to his BooBooGirl... What's a gal gotta do 'round here to get fed?....

"UT OH, now I've lost my place in the chow line again... Move over, CAT~!!! ... (nibble at Rogaine's belly)... If you can't outstretch 'em, bring 'em down to your level, I always say.... (YogiBear now has the pole position at the chow line...)... Geesh~!! ... I thought I had it when Rogaine lost his spot... Now I gotta take on the YogiBear... He's not as tall, but he doesn't seem to be getting anything either... HEYYYYYY YOU~U~U~U, girl child... (Now she's crying... What's with that?... Humans are such strange creatures, ya know?)... Feed me... Feed ME... FEED ME.... (maybe she needs to see my handy-dandy spinning attention technique)...

"UT OH, now I'm dizzy... And still no grub from that girl child... Can someone stop this room from spinning?... Maybe it's the hunger pains... Surely it must be the lack of food, because I'm OBVIOUSLY bein' starved to death regardless of all my tricks that generally get me attention... (4th can opening sound)...

"Now I KNOW one of those cans has just got to mine...

(searching the doggy brain database of bad doggy things)... "She doesn't know that I was the one to do that thing to her purple slipper, right?... Naw, I never look guilty... Rogaine is always the one that gets the blame for stuff like that... (thinking... thinking)... Maybe the girl child's not feedin me 'cause I'd already given Ralph his daily bit of my attention... Surely that girl child didn't hear Ralph tattle-tailing on me from this morning... Naw... Can't be that...

"Maybe if I go in between her legs and start a new line, this time I'll be FIRST in line...

"UT OH, she's movin'... she's headed for the trash... SHE'S NOT GOING TO THROW ANY MY BREAKFAST, IS SHE?... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make Ralph squeal this morning, honest~!!... Ralph's a big ole whoosy baby... Squealing like that for no reason... I didn't even come CLOSE to touching his cage this morning... It was YogiBear that did that...

"HEY YOU UP THERE... It was YogiBear, not ME... Just because we're Yogi and I both white, you must have made a mistake... I wouldn't do something like that... I'm the angel in this dog pack... PLEASE don't throw away my breakfast... There she goes again... laughing and crying and still no grub...

"Lord have mercy, what's a gal got to do 'round here to get fed?...

"Look... here comes the dog dishes... One's down on the kitchen floor now... That one must be MINE... Rogaine, how comes you're eating MY breakfast~!! ... (growl.. growl... growl)...

"She looked at me FIRST, guys... I get the first dog dish... Oh, OK... You're bigger than me... (guess I better step back from Rogaine's bowl)... (bumping into cat)... "What's with you, Cat?... Trying to break into the line, again... You know, other cats get bit for doin' things like that... Here comes the second dog dish... Maybe this one is mine...

"YogiBear, who said you could go first?... I didn't give up my slot in the line... And you're not THAT much bigger than me... Maybe if I trip up that girl child, she'll drop that dish closer in my direction... Geesh, she's fast... She didn't even trip over me... And while I'm trying to avoid getting stepped on, YogiBear's gotten MY doggie dish... IT'S NOT FAIR... I PROTEST...

"Ok, here comes the purple dish... Now that one is DEFINATELY mine... Here she comes... She's headed in my direction... Just for insurance, I'll do some more spinning... (spin, spin, spin)... There goes that room again... But I can smell breakfast... It must be here somewhere... There's that purple bowl... And there's another purple bowl... Where did that one come from?... Oh, I see, it's just that I keep seeing it as the room is spinnin...

"CAT, it's MINE... get away... All mine... now if I can just catch it or this room stops spinning... (awwww.... breakfast is served~!!)

As Always, The Lady

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