That Dog!

Sepia: That Dog! She's back.

Babs: And we can't escape. Now she jumps on the bed with us, too!

Sepia: Did you see what she was doing this morning?

Babs: I couldn't believe it. She was writhing about on her back, squirming all over the bed and barking.

Sepia: She nearly knocked me off the bed, she was squirming so much!

Babs: Then she lay down and tore up a toilet paper roll.

Sepia: Thank goodness we went to McDonalds . . . except we had to take refuge in the front seat.

Babs: She kept jumping in the rear end, staring at drivers behind us. Did you see that lady in the car that kept trying to talk to her? "Oh you are so cute," she said. Blah, blah, blah.

Sepia: And then when the Dog Lady had her arm across the seats, That Dog kept putting her head on the Dog Lady's shoulder . . . she thought she looked so cute.

Babs: At least she likes to be outside. Remember when we used to chase squirrels and rabbits? That was so much fun . . .

Sepia: Yeah, you were the squirrel master! Oh the olden days . . .