Wednesday, May 25, 2011

conversations with tia

pap and memaw have a sweet, old chesapeake bay retriever. she likes to sleep a lot which is hard to accomplish with a crazy stinker toddler running around the house.

asher: wook at dis ball, mama!!
me: ew, yeah. that's tia's ball. it's all yucky and slobbery. can you put it down, please?
asher: oh, yeah. you're wight. it's tia's ball.
*he runs to find tia who is sleeping on the floor. he tucks her ball between her face and paw.
asher: here you go, tia.
*he runs back to me
asher: mama! i just give tia her ball!
me: oh, ok. good job, bud!
*he then proceeds to collect every tia toy he can find to tuck around the poor, sleeping dog until she has a small mountain of playthings surrounding her.
asher: wook, mama!
me: yep. i bet tia really appreciates you.
it didn't take asher long to understand that tia goes outside to potty. once he realized this, he volunteered to be her chaperone so that he could go outside too.
asher: tia! you needa go potty outside?
me: no, bud. she just came inside. she wants to stay in for a while.
asher: but she needa go potty outside. i go outside with her.
me: no, asher. don't open that door. we're not going outside.
asher: but tia needa go potty!
as tia is sleeping on the floor, asher lays down on his belly, nose to nose with her, and says in an unnecessarily loud voice considering the hair's width proximity,
me: yeah, she's old, bud. she needs to sleep a lot. you need to let her rest.
asher: yeah. TIA! ARE YOU WESTING??
*tia opens one eye slowly and gives asher a look that says,
tia: i'm trying to rest. can you keep your annoying little human barking down?! who let this kid in my house, anyway?

poor tia. i bet she's so happy to have her nice, quiet house back.

1 comment:

  1. Somehow I'm sure that Tia is much more understanding than Chlo-Chlo :)