Shameless Dog Posting

Because I have little to share this week, I offer in lieu of humorous humor: dogs!

My Typical Day.

It starts at approximately 7:21 am. Sir Rockafeller enters stage right. Our Protagonist, ever a model of haute couture, is sitting at her desk in bright pink bunny slippers and sweats.

SR: (scratching door jam) whimper

Protagonist: (type, type, type) (slurp hot tea) hmm?

SR: (scratch) prolonged whimper

SR begins to pace the floor, he grows disgruntled. Being ignored is not an option. He walks closer to P and sits down next to her desk.

SR: (scratching desk) whimper

P: Oh, alright. I'll get some pants on.

At this point, P stands up and walks stage right, to the bedroom. SR follows her. In the bedroom, Princess Samantha Pants is sprawled out on her oversized pillow-top bed.

PSP: (slightly lifts head)

huh
Originally uploaded by daphnepoo.

SR: whimper (circling around P)
P: hold on, let me get some damn pants on...

When P pulls the pants out of the closet, SR gets anxious. He knows what's about to happen when those pants go on.


canwegonow
Originally uploaded by daphnepoo.

SR: whine, low gurgle (tail wags)


prettyplease
Originally uploaded by daphnepoo.

He jumps onto P and tries to help her get her pants on.


pleeeease
Originally uploaded by daphnepoo.

Maybe some barking will get her to move faster.

SR: Arrrrrooooo!
PSP: Arrrroooooo!


barkin
Originally uploaded by daphnepoo.

Finally, our slow moving Protagonist gets her arse in gear and they get on the road.


success
Originally uploaded by daphnepoo.


Fini.