“Hey, girls…wanna go for a ride?”
And we’re off to the races.
(Stretched out on the couch enjoying an afternoon nap.) PIIIING, PIIIING, PIIIING, PIIIING…
Get up Get up Get up! It’s mama’s alarm, time to get up, TIME TO GET UP, we’re going outside.
(Phoebe: Rushes to the back door and pogo jumps. Gracie: Lumbers over and looks back patiently, waiting for mama to catch up.)
Open the door! Open it open it open it, come on, open it, open the door, open it!
(Phoebe: Flies out the door, skids to a stop at bottom of steps and turns around, tail wagging. Gracie: Wanders down the stairs and tromps off into the grass.)
Okay, we’re outside! Can we come back in? How about now? Now? Now? Now now now now now? When can we come back –
(Door opens. Phoebe: Streaks back into the house. Gracie: Shuffles her way across the yard, up the steps, and into the house.)
What now? Huh? Huh? Go to the room? Do we go to the room? I’ll go to the room –
(“Wanna go for a ride, girls?”)
OH MY GOD SHE SAID RIDE, SHE SAID RIDE. YES, WE WANNA GO FOR A RIDE. YES YES YES YES –
(“Okay, let’s go.” Phoebe: Streaks to garage door and pogo jumps, literally bouncing off the wall. Gracie: Scurries quickly to catch up in the small back hallway.)
Really? A ride? We wanna go for a ride, we really do, we really really really do –
(Door opens. Both dogs look up questioningly. “Go on.”)
(Phoebe: Streaks down steps to back of car, pogo jumping at back hatch. Gracie: Streaks down steps and comes to an abrupt halt at food bin, snuffling around for dropped kibble.)
Open the car! Open the car! Open the –
(Back hatch opens. Phoebe: Vaults into car. Gracie: Reluctantly leaves food and plants fat front paws on the bumper, waiting for a butt lift. Door closes.)
We’re moving, we’re really moving, WE’RE GOING FOR A RIDE!
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