Sweetie Pie Turner, here. MomGoth is my mom’s daughter, but I’ve adopted her as my MomGoth, since she feeds me in the morning. She also puts out my ration of food for the day, although every once in a while Mom sneaks me a little extra! ~giggle~ I’m supposed to be on a diet, though, so Mom is usually “good” about holding me to my ration — if you can call that GOOD!
MomGoth and I have been having fun with my impressions. Sometimes we disagree on them, though. Here I am, on MomGoth’s chair. I told her I was supposed to be her with her legs crossed.
She said I look more like a dogie. I said, “I do not now nor will I ever look like a canine!” She said, “Not a DOGGIE, a DOGIE! A motherless calf. As in ‘Get along, little dogie.’ Don’t you speak Amer’can?” I said, “I have a Mom, thank you, and I am no sort of a doggie, let alone a long one. And it’s called a Dachshund. Don’t you speak German?”
She jumped up and down a few times, which is always fun because it feels like an earthquake, and did HER impression of The Incredible Hulk, only red instead of green. It was highly amusing.
In other news, we saw a chipmunk this morning! We don’t see many of them, because the squirrels hog all the bird food, so we were very happy.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Have you ever been on a diet, or have you ever been told you SHOULD be on one?