Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The Man and the Giraffe

"Hey Grammy!  Big Dog's trying to get my giraffe!"

"Hey short stuff...  stop squealing on me.  And speaking of squealing, let me sink my teeth into that squeaky toy of yours."  

"No Big Dog,  It's mine."  

"No Short Stuff... It's mine. 
Tell ya what.  I'll trade ya...  straight up... my new multi-squeaker TOUGH MAN for your rubbery squeaky giraffe.  
Whaddaya say?"

"No, Big Dog ~ Grammy says your man is dirty 
and I would just put it in my mouth."  

"What does that nag she know?  Here...  
take my MAN and see for yourself. It's clean as a whistle."

"Grammy!  Come quick! 
Big Dog is trying to get my toy!"

"Ya little traitor...  Give me back my blanket..."

"Here Big Dog...  you can smell it, but promise me you won't steal it."

Dear Diary,
If it looks like a dog toy.  And squeals like a dog toy.  And smells like a dog toy.  Then it is a dog toy.  Now...  to get it off the little trouble maker without getting in deep doo doo with the nag mom.  Gracie.