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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Sundays with Sir Poops-A-Lot: Pounce

Hair Ball and I are moving to Sundays. Time wise, it’ll be easier to get to the computer. Mummsy sleeps a little longer since she doesn’t have to be to work until ten.

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Sir Poops-A-Lot

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Hair Ball

 

HB: Want to play a game? (He skitters around SPAL)

SPAL: No.

HB: I do! I do! What’s that in your mouth?

SPAL: It’s mine.

HB: No it’s not.(He head butts SPAL) Now it’s mine.0328111235-00

SPAL: Hey!

HB: I got your carrot! I got your carrot! Ha-ha!Ha!Ha!

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SPAL: I’ll get it back.

HB: No. You won’t. (He growls, resting his head on top the carrot)

SPAL: I’m much older and wiser than you, stupid Hair Ball. Did you forget?

HB: You’re a pansy!

 

SPAL: (Pounces on top of HB. There’s a growl and a yelp).

0328111303-00SPAL: Wahaha! Wahaha! My carrot (he growls).

HB: You cheated!

SPAL: How’s that? It was my carrot first and you took it from me.

HB: We were playing a game?

SPAL: I never said I wanted to play. Remember?

HB: But you did too play.

SPAL: Did not.

HB: Did, too. Cheater! You pounced on me.

SPAL: It was my carrot first.

HB: You cheated!

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SPAL: What comes around goes around, stupid. You stole my carrot and I took it back. Told you I was older and wiser.

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HB: You don’t play fair (he trots away).

SPAL: Stupid, Hair Ball (he snickers).

17 comments:

  1. Hehe. Very cute story, as are your dogs.

    "Sir Poops-a-Lot." Triple Hehe!

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  2. Ha,ha, your stories, dialogues on the two dogs are so entertaining. Congratulations on the grandbaby coming.
    thanks for stopping by my blog.

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  3. Haha...always look for my dose of SPAL and HB for the week!

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  4. You know, SPAL and HB, you both need to play fair and square...no cheating. Didn't your mummsy ever tell you that you should always play nice?

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  5. @Bryce: Thank you. We get out cuteness from our mummsy.

    @Kathy: We're allways glad to share our stories.

    @Beth: SPAL: It was my carrot to begin with. I didn't cheat.
    HB: Did, too!

    @Laura: We're glad you came by. What's up with the Tina girl. Is she available or what?

    @Ms. Eve: You're adorable, too.

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  6. I think it's hilarious when dogs argue over vegetables, I mean, come on! We have similar problems with ice cubes, can't get enough of that frozen water treat over here!

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  7. I've never seen a dog eat a carrot. Paper, yes.

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  8. @ Erin: Hair Ball loves ice cubes. He's even figured out how to get them out of the fridge door. He pops the button with his nose while he sits a kitchen chair.

    @Tonja: They love spinach, peas, cucumbers, and broccoli, too.

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  9. One thing I love about having multiple dogs is that mine don't talk, so I don't have to listen to them argue with each other like the children used to do. ;)

    By the way, what does TFF mean?

    Joyce
    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  10. @Joyce: As a writer their unspoken words fill my head. TFF means Too F.... Funny.

    @Lynda: Thanks for visiting.

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  11. I make sure my dogs eat their treats before I leave the room so they don't steal from each other. :) Too cute.

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  12. Laila: I believe my two come up with games to entertain each other with. The other day I watched them intermittedly trade bowls of food back and forth, back and forth.

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  13. Again, these two should have their own blog!

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  14. Behave, puppies! Is that the way you're supposed to act with each... hey! Stop chewing the slippers! Bad Hairball!

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  15. @ Sir Wills:

    HB: I'm not bad. Pansy is! He's a cheater!

    SPAL: Am not. Your stole my carrot and I took it back.

    @Ms. Norma: I think mummsy has enough on her agenda right now. Maybe when she doesn't have to work so much, we can have our own website.

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