Challenge Accepted.

The new neighbors bring over their brand spanking new (less than 24 hours of ownership) seven-week-old gray French Bulldog. (One that cost $6000. I kid you not.) Puppy: ::: with slack-jawed reverence ::: ::: whispers :::: My LADY!! Look! they brought me an...

It’s A Robot, Bane.

Iwalk into the living room, and my mind is blown. Puppy is busy trying to hump the Roomba. Dog Mom: WHAT THE… WHAT? Puppy: (actually looks embarrassed) My Lady! Forgive me! I thought you were busy working. Dog Mom: That’s the Roomba. Puppy: I know, My...

Poo-lympics.

Scene: Big Puppy and visiting Little Puppy sit outside next to the strip of turf that is the dog run, staring at it. BP: You see, there are rules. LP: Rules? BP: Yes, this is the Poo-lympics, and if you do it right, you get paid for your poop. LP: Paid? BP: Yes....

Intruder!

Bane: MY LADY MY LADY MY LADY… forsooth! There is an intruder! I shall protect you! Dog Mom: Forsooth? Bane: That entire collection of some old guy’s works was *delicious*. But no worries. I have the intruder on the run! Dog Mom: Do you now? Good. Have...

Here, Have A Goldfish.

Bane: Meh. Dog Mom: C’mon… let’s play. Bane: Yawn. meh. Dog Mom: I’ll even throw the stupid alligator. Bane: Been there, caught that. meh. Dog Mom: Fine. ::sits down at the computer::: :::opens bag of Goldfish::: Bane: MY LADY I LOVE YOU...

Slippergate.

Bane: ::: walks around the corner with a slipper in his mouth, sees me, drops it and walks away quickly as if he had nothing to do with that slipper levitating into the kitchen. Dog Mom: AHA! I CAUGHT YOU! Don’t even THINK to deny it. ::: picks up the slipper,...