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The Interior Dialogue of My Children & Dog

Owl Jr.
Upon seeing the door open to the laundry room, a room which he is STRICTLY barred from. Stops whatever he's doing in the family room, rushes over, totters inside.
"Oh hey, what sort of parties are going on here."

Upon seeing the dog food and water lowered.
"Although I've been told not to splash in the water and play with the dog food multiple times, the ban has surely been lifted."


Molly (the dog)

Upon seeing her food lowered.
"I've been famished for HOURS, what sort of wonderment do we have here for my gastronomical pleasure, a small fillet of sole, perhaps? A rare porterhouse? Perhaps a... Oh. Oh.. Uh. Did you know you have dog food in there?"
Slowly turns around and walks away.

Greeting you after you've left for more than 30 seconds.

"Sweet mercy how I've MISSED you, Where have you been, what trials and tribulations have kept you away!? Life isn'' worth THINKING about without you around.
After about 20 seconds of that.
"Oh god, you're STILL here?"


Owlet
When watching TV.
"There is no other entity on the planet but you oh TV, tell me your bidding."

Comments

Chris B. said…
Sorry - missed this post. The inner dialog for the chihuahua is simply this:
"Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys. Hey guys."

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