More fun than a barrel of monkeys

The wind is still whipping outside, but inside it’s warm and cozy and I’m sitting in the living room this evening just minding my own business. Suddenly, down the stairs barrels George, after I quietly asked my husband, “Where’s Mr. Puppy tonight?”

I call him that. I also call him Monsieur le Pup Pup and I say it with a French accent. I have serious issues, my friends, and one of them involves speaking to my dog in French. I think sometimes he actually knows what I’m saying, too.

And when I don’t know the words, I make them up. Who’s the wiser?!!

“Où est cette kitty vilain?” I ask him. He begins to look around. (Where is that naughty kitty?)

“Vous êtes le meilleur chien. J'aime mon chien.” (You are the best dog. I love my puppy.)

I don’t know why I do this. But it could be worse. Couldn’t it? Please tell me it could be.

George wants to play when he comes downstairs, so he immediately goes to his toy box and drags something out. Tonight he’s brought his dog dog. (Mental P named this toy for us. It’s a two headed dog.) And just to throw a monkey wrench into the whole thing, my husband enjoys tying some of George’s toys together. So dog dog is tied with tiger here.

Are you listening? Because there’s going to be a test at the end of this post, you know.

I toss the toy and he brings it back to me and gingerly rests it where I sit. He doesn’t drop it at my feet because he knows I won’t pick it up.

Then he slowly backs up. And waits for the toss. Dog dog and tiger seem to be tied together with dog dog’s collar, I notice.

Waiting for that toss to come, which will go right over to that couch you see in the background. Notice the covering that’s all askew? It’s good that the photo stops there because pillows are everywhere, and on top of them are another half dozen toys. We toss the toys into the air and he jumps and catches them, sometimes landing on the couch.

Whatever would we do if we had proper furniture?

I used to have proper furniture. It was a long time ago.

And I lied about that test.

Respectfully submitted,

PS ~ Apologies for all the French stuff.