Saturday, 28 January 2017

Please move!

ME:        Silver, please move.
SILVER: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
ME:        There’s enough room on the couch for both of us.
SILVER: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
ME:        I know you’re awake. You twitch when you sleep.
SILVER: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
ME:         Hey! Look out the window. There are a bunch of cats.
SILVER: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz how nice Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
ME:        Yea, with a bunch of mice riding on their backs
SILVER: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz  Interesting Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
ME:       And they all are carrying steaks!
SILVER: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Something you don’t see every day Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
ME:        (Sigh) fine, I’ll sit on the floor.
SILVER: Hey, maybe you can go keep the cats and mice company
ME:        Gee thanks.
SILVER: No problem Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Monday, 2 January 2017

Whole new year, whole new Silver



ME:        Silver, did you make a New Year’s Resolution for 2017?
SILVER: Yes! I promise to be good to all living creatures!
ME:        Really? Well that’s just great.
SILVER: Except cats. Because, you know, cats.
ME:        That’s fine.
SILVER: Mice and rats, too.
ME:        That’s … yeah, sure.
SILVER: And I’ll be cool with dogs. Unless they get angry at me for trying to hump them.
ME:        We REALLY have to talk about th…
SILVER: Squirrels. Rabbits. Foxes. Chipmunks. Deer. Nothing’s going to change there.
ME:        Of course it won’t.
SILVER: Come to think of it, there were some animals I saw on that Discovery Channel show you had on that seemed to have serious ‘tude, dude. Seriously. If I EVER catch a freaking wallaby within a thousand miles of here, I will kick it’s a…
ME:        SILVER!
SILVER: Fine. (Holding up his paw) In 2017, I vow to be a dog. A regular dog.

ME:        Well, …. Good luck with that.

Tuesday, 27 December 2016

TUG OF WAR!!!



SILVER: Come on POP!!! TUG OF WAR!!!
Me:        Silver, I’m tired.
SILVER: DON’T CARE!! TUG OF WAR!!!
Me:        But you always win.
SILVER: NOT MY PROBLEM!! TUG OF WAR!!!
Me:        Silver, all you want to do is play with an old sock I was going to throw out.
SILVER: YEP!!! TUG OF WAR!!!
Me:        Where are the toys you got for Christmas?
SILVER: HID ‘EM ALL! FORGET WHERE! TUG O’WAR!!!!!
Me:        And last Christmas?
SILVER: DITTO!!! TUG O’WAR!!!!!
Me:        Silver, I want you to look at that big bin over there. It’s filled with all the toys I and others have bought for you. Toys that squawk. Toys that oink. Toys that cock-a-doodle-do. There are HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS worth of toys in that bin just waiting to be played with. I want you to pick one and play with it. Alone!
SILVER: Fine.
Me:        Good.
SILVER: I’ll pick a toy and leave you alone.
Me:        That’s my boy. Now pop can take a well deserved na….
SILVER: But first ….
Me:        Oh, for the love of God, no.
SILVER: TUG OF WAR!!!
Me:        ((sigh)) Just give me the dry end.

Saturday, 24 December 2016

Merry Christmas






"Merry Christmas to all the dogs and cats stuck in shelters. Don't worry. I was rescued when I was 8 1/2. You will find your forever home, too. Don't give up."--- Silver

Friday, 16 December 2016

Too cold to go out? That makes no sense!

ME:        (Sitting on the couch with a coffee underneath my snuggie) Silver, have you seen the warnings today?
SILVER: I’m a dog. How would I … No.
ME:        It’s 15 below. That’s 30 below with the wind chill.
SILVER: Okay.
ME:        That sort of cold causes your, or rather my, skin to freeze.
SILVER: I see.
ME:        And here’s the part I want you listen to. THEY ARE ASKING EVERYONE TO KEEP THEIR PETS INSIDE!
SILVER: That is cold!
ME:        Right, so you know that that means.
SILVER: I sure do.
ME:        Good.
SILVER: WE’LL HAVE THE DOG PARK TO OURSELVES!!!!
ME:        Exac…. What??!!
SILVER: :    Go get my leash! I got my ball! Better get out from underneath that snuggie and start scraping off the car!!! Let’s hurry before it starts warming up!

ME:        I really should have adopted a fish!




Sunday, 4 December 2016

Sick day





ME:        ((Coughing)) Silver, come to my side.
SILVER: Oh, come on. Not again.
ME:        Boy, my time on the earth grows short. The infection inside me ((Coughing)) grows strong.
SILVER: It’s a cold. You have a cold.
ME:        I’m trying to hang on, yet shadows cause the room to grow dim.
SILVER: I know. It’s night. It gets dark at night.
ME:        Be well Silver. I hope you remember me fondly. ((Sniffling)) As a good person. A kindred spirit.
SILVER: Do you even know what “kindred” means?
ME:        Yes. ….. It’s that chocolate egg thing, right.
(Silver gives me a 15-second long look of shock and disappointment)
SILVER: Pop, I’m sorry that you’re sick. But I have to go out for my walk. Now please get off the couch, stop writing your will and get my leash.
ME:        Okay but first… ((Coughing and reaching out with one hand) Grandma? Grandpa? Is that you?
SILVER: Forget it. I’ll walk myself.
ME:        Walk towards the light? Whatever you say, Mr. Bowie.

Thursday, 1 December 2016

Silver the pillow







SILVER: Um, pop. What are you doing?
ME:        Stretching out on the couch while using you as a pillow.
SILVER: And why?
ME:        Because this is what owners and dogs do.
SILVER: Do they now?
ME:        Yeah. When I rest my head on you like this, it’s my way of saying “I love you, buddy. I am totally comfortable with you. And I feel such a strong bond that I can just put my head down on you, close my eyes and go to sleep."
SILVER: Ah. I see
ME:        (suddenly sitting up and gagging) Oh God! Silver!
SILVER: Yeah, that was my way of telling you “I need to go for a walk”.