well, okay, mom, thank u for telling me u love me, but, well, considering what the exchange rate is and everything..
...do u think maybe u can pay it to me in snackies?
mom, do u have time for a serious question? o goody. give me a sec just to get things situated..
okay, are things funnier here...
or are they funnier here? :)
hee hee, see? i told u i am still growing, mom. now can we please increase my kibble and snackie allowance? :)
hee hee, dad, i’m pretty sure that is not how u use that thing.
no seriuously, dad, i’ve watched mom use it like a gazillion times and she never - i mean, u cannot be doing it right bc it doesn’t even smell in here and that pretty much is like the only reason why i personally would even consider - wait, what?
fixing it? what do u mean ?
but dad, i mean, if it is doing that all by itself...i mean, well, dontchoo see?? after all these years of “using” it, we were actually feeding it. and now, finally, it has evolved and become self aware and here u r taking its lid off trying to fix it when really there is nothing here at all to fix. in fact, we should be celebrating its ascent into sentience with like, a party or something really. not gutting it like some common - dad? dad r u even listening to me?
mom, can u please tell dad that he is interfering with a highly complex situation beyond his understanding and that he should put everything back and cease all operations immediately?
o and tell him if he finds any tightly wrapped packages of gummy worms marked top secret do not show duk duk on them - well if he finds anything like that, like behind its water tank or something, then i am pretty sure it did that. u know, because it became self aware and all. :)
hee hee, mom, do u think me and duk duk can add smell a thousand butts to our new years resolution list? :)
the little wolf knew that chomping fingers was not allowed. but frenchy fries? well they were a totally different story. :)
well, only because my head is still spinning from all the christmas candy me and duk duk ate yesterday, do u think i could please have a strawberry smoothie with double regular boba not popping boba with one swirly whippy cream and theee cherries on top? :)
The demands of real life have been especially challenging this year, and our tiny family trio is as grateful as ever for this little cyberslice of doxie joy, and the incredible friends who share it with us and enjoy the happy go lucky makings and musings of our two little ferocious best friends. To all our cyber family, the little kielbasa and I wish the most magical of holidays, filled with love, snackies and, of course, smelly rainbow swirlies. ❤️
hee hee, and that’s a wrap on my last present for duk duk!
okay, mom, now can me and duk duk write our letter to santa? bc, well, i mean, i realize as u can see here by all this bounty that me and duk duk got ourselves a lot of presents already, but...well, it would probably make sense to ask him for other stuff. just to, well, u know, help with the toxic odors that may or may not permeate the air when me and duk duk open the presents we are giving each other on christmas morning. :)
dad...hey dad, u r totally going the wrong way. the candy store is on the other side of town by the place that smells like cheetos and pennies..dad..dad, no u missed like the most perfect place to make a u turn cuz now u r going to have to make a pooperdil across like eleventy lanes of traffic and
even during non holidays it is a pain in the poopertootie at this time of day. dad...dad! omg u missed another chance to pick up the bypass and that would have saved us like, o, seven minutes of travel time. which is really important bc i am not getting any young-
-er. dad, seriously, if u want i can drive. just pull over and move my car seat to the front bc i like the xtra height so i can see over the hood...
oo dad, if u hang a derecho the chikky fil yay is only like fifty pedals beyond the intersection, and they give bonus treats every tootsday which
is pretty much every day if u know what i mean...
dad? dad?
mom, can we switch places cuz it seems dad cannot hear a word i am saying...
hee hee, thanks, mom for making my birthday crown again this year.
it is exactly what me and duk duk wanted, really, what with it being one part supercool, one part where the wild stinks are, and like, eleventy parts ferocious. and it is the kind of crown a wolf could wear every day really. the only thing is, and i cannot believe i am saying this, the only thing is, well, at eleventy parts ferocious, i kind of.. i kind of wish there was a ferociousness dial because even at twelve i am not sure i can always -
uh oh, mom- u better - i cannot hold- run before..o no its com-
raWwwwwwRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! :)
The tiny tomato rolled along on the floor, happily rolling from bump to bump and humming the happy-go-luckiest tune he could think of . And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen...
hee hee, see, mom?
all my paws clean and tidy, just like u asked. duk duk helped me use a nail brush and everything. o, and we did all our chores, too, plus our chores for tomorrow even :) :)
(um, mom, in case santa was not paying attention, do u think we can do that again from the top, only this time louder? o, and with more feeling?)
