CLEOPUPTRA: grwww. yipe, blip, roawr
TRIXIE: grwww. ooph! snarp, reep, roawr.
oh. perhaps i should translate this conversation between me and the retriever next door.
CLEOPUPTRA: hey, baby. i like your collar. are you as hot as those chili peppers?
TRIXIE: sup, miz lilly! how YOU doin? i hear your person has been taking you on the trails with her.
CLEOPUPTRA: yeah, but i think it's because she uses me to hit on women. well, and that one rugby dude.
TRIXIE: you ARE fine, girl! can't blame her.
CLEOPUPTRA: well, thank you. so, what's new with you?
TRIXIE: just waiting for my people to finish loading the car so we can head to the beach. you know how it is. i'll play with the kiddies for a while and then eat all their lunches when nobody's looking.
CLEOPUPTRA: good times, good times...
TRIXIE: you know it! so, hey, what have you been doing this beautiful holiday weekend?
CLEOPUPTRA: just chilling. went on a few walks. chased a few birds. i almost got me some crow the other day, but m.p. made me drop it.
TRIXIE: that sucks. did it taste good?
CLEOPUPTRA: a bit gamey, really. we're all ready to watch game one of the stanley cup finals tonight. i'm stoked!
TRIXIE: uh. what's the stanley cup?
CLEOPUPTRA: philistine!
TRIXIE: oh. right. hockey. i forgot that your person is faux canadian, eh.
CLEOPUPTRA: yeah, yeah. chicks find it endearing.
TRIXIE: you guys have baby chickens?
CLEOPUPTRA: oh, never mind. anyway... did you hear about that lab down the street? she totally let the doberman on starbuck knock her up! for real!
TRIXIE: yeah, i'm not surprised. she looks a little trampy. what can you say about a bitch that carries her vaccination certificate wherever she goes?
CLEOPUPTRA: amen.
