Monday, October 4, 2010

Spring has sprung

Sasha: It is Spring...

Rupert: It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black...

Sasha: What? What are you talking about?

Rupert: I was just making whatever you were about to say better.

Sasha: ...

Rupert: Just call me Dylan Rupert.

Sasha: ...

Rupert: Or Rupert Burton.

Sasha: ...

Rupert: Which sounds better? Ummm... they both sound pretty good. I think I shall combine them - you may now refer to me as Rupert Rupert.

Sasha: ...

Sasha: It is Spring...

Rupert: Rupert Rupert!

Sasha: It-is-Spring!-The-grass-is-green,-the-sun-is-shining.



Sasha: The-idiots-are-running.




Rupert: And they've pulled up our path, in the park.

Sasha: They're supposed to be resealing it, but all they've done for weeks is nothing.

Rupert: Well, they pulled it up. That's doing something.

Sasha: But they haven't put it back yet.



Rupert: I don't see the problem with this.

Sasha: Well, the problem is, it's Spring - and don't start!

Rupert: Ok, so what about it being Spring?

Sasha: The dew is oh-so wet, and the dust on the path is oh-so dry - and guess what you get if you put them together...

Rupert: Treats?

Sasha: No! Mud.

Rupert: Not as tasty as treats, but still edible.

Sasha: And you know what mud means...

Rupert: I eat it then throw it up on Bertie & Oliver's carpet?

Sasha: No. Well, yes, but that's not the main thing it means. What mud means is baths!

Rupert: Ooohhh... so that's why we got bathed the other day. We had to lie in the sun to dry off, it was very exhausting. I remember that licking didn't seem to make me drier.



Sasha: You are somewhat licky, aren't you. I may have mentioned this before.



Rupert: Speaking of licking, I love that new salad dressing stuff our human keeps putting on her arms and legs.

Sasha: Um. Do you mean moisturiser?

Rupert: That's the stuff, very tasty...

Sasha: I don't think she likes you licking it all off.

Rupert: ... but whenever I try to take a nibble she notices.

Sasha: She could hardly fail to notice that you are constantly on top of her or underneath her or licking her or trying to eat her. You are a bit of an attention hog - I may have mentioned this before.

Rupert: Attention hog? Moi?


    
   

Sasha: PS - Rupey was quoting from Dylan Thomas's Under Milkwood, up there at the beginning. Our human says she always thinks of it whenever anyone says "It is Spring", but she can never remember any more of it because she has the Richard Burton recording and his voice always makes her melt after a few minutes, so then all she's doing is listening to his voice and not to what he's saying.

Rupert: Humans are weird.

Sasha: Well, you're the expert on weird...

      

5 comments:

K-9 Katastrophe said...

BOL! Bwahaaahaaa! Your guys are so funny! Brodie likes to lick the salad dressing off of my Mommy too!!

Licks,
Ruthie

Oskar said...

I want salad dressing rubbed on me to lick off!

Nubbin wiggles,
Oskar

Honey the Great Dane said...

Aw...what a gorgeous - and literary - post! (Just right for doggies from Melbourne, my human says - hee! hee!)

Hey - at least your Spring doesn't seem to come with "spring rain" - that's all that Spring seems to mean up here in Brisbane - buckets and buckets of water falling down from the sky! It's been going on for 2 weeks now and I'm FED UP of getting drenched on my walks! I keep telling my human that it's OK - I don't really need to go for a walk today but she's got some mad idea that I need to get out for a change of scene and fresh air...what is she talking about?? I could happily snooze on my bed for days!!! Change of scene? I just get up and face the other way!

Slobbers,
Honey the Great Dane

JD and Max said...

Hi Rupert - we LOVE the photo of you running! Us male schnauzers are a sporty lot aren't we, natural athletes all round we'd say!

Schnauzer snuggles - JD and Max.

Swimtaxi said...

LOVE the photo of Sasha running in the field. I'll bet she was super happy.