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.
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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!
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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,
asher: TIA! ARE YOU SWEEPING??
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.