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MHA #3; Saturday [12/01].
Dec. 1st, 2018 06:25 amRosa knew that her dumb, weird dog loved any kind of annoying weather. Arlo 2 was bonkers for running in the rain and diving through the snow, which was cute, sure, but also annoying because then all that rain and snow came inside with her.
And apparently, tinsel-rain was no exception to Arlo 2's love of annoying weather, and she'd spent all morning making it very clear that she wanted to go out and play in it, which was an idea that Rosa, being smarter than that, was not willing to entertaining. "No," she said. "I know how that'll go: we'll go outside, you'll eat that tinsel right up, and then you'll be sick all day. We're not going outside."
But that dog was persistent, and that dog was also very good at whining and scratching sadly at the door and giving Rosa the saddest looks ever and then there was the sad pitiful howls, and, dammit, now Rosa was getting up from the couch where she had been trying to ignore Arlo 2 and going for her coat and the leash.
"Fine," she said, "but don't say I didn't warn you."
Immediately, the whining stopped, replaced by happy little prances, and they made their way downstairs and outside. And, sure enough, not even five steps out, there was Arlo 2, moving in on a pile of freshly fallen tinsel and chomping it right up before Rosa could stop her.
So right back inside they went where, five minutes later, just as Rosa predicted, there was now tinsel-puppy-puke on her floor. "See?" she told the dog, who looked perfectly innocent and confused as to where that tinsel-puppy-puke could have possibly have come from. "What did I tell you? What did I just tell you? God, you're lucky you're cute."
So cute. And Arlo 2 had to emphasize it by taking advantage of Rosa close to the floor cleaning up the mess to give her a well timed and perfectly revolting tinsel-puppy-puke-breath kiss.
"That's disgusting," Rosa informed her, but, so help her, she could not stay mad at that dumb stupid face no matter how hard she tried.
[[because sometimes, a scene just won't leave your head. Open!]]
And apparently, tinsel-rain was no exception to Arlo 2's love of annoying weather, and she'd spent all morning making it very clear that she wanted to go out and play in it, which was an idea that Rosa, being smarter than that, was not willing to entertaining. "No," she said. "I know how that'll go: we'll go outside, you'll eat that tinsel right up, and then you'll be sick all day. We're not going outside."
But that dog was persistent, and that dog was also very good at whining and scratching sadly at the door and giving Rosa the saddest looks ever and then there was the sad pitiful howls, and, dammit, now Rosa was getting up from the couch where she had been trying to ignore Arlo 2 and going for her coat and the leash.
"Fine," she said, "but don't say I didn't warn you."
Immediately, the whining stopped, replaced by happy little prances, and they made their way downstairs and outside. And, sure enough, not even five steps out, there was Arlo 2, moving in on a pile of freshly fallen tinsel and chomping it right up before Rosa could stop her.
So right back inside they went where, five minutes later, just as Rosa predicted, there was now tinsel-puppy-puke on her floor. "See?" she told the dog, who looked perfectly innocent and confused as to where that tinsel-puppy-puke could have possibly have come from. "What did I tell you? What did I just tell you? God, you're lucky you're cute."
So cute. And Arlo 2 had to emphasize it by taking advantage of Rosa close to the floor cleaning up the mess to give her a well timed and perfectly revolting tinsel-puppy-puke-breath kiss.
"That's disgusting," Rosa informed her, but, so help her, she could not stay mad at that dumb stupid face no matter how hard she tried.
[[because sometimes, a scene just won't leave your head. Open!]]
