“No little one, you will never be as big as me.”
“But why not Hay-mith?”
I groaned and put my head down. Her little lisp gets me every time.
“Let me see your big teeth again Hay-mith. Please…”
Oh, big yawn. “No,” but I yawned again, and threw in a moan for effect.
“They're so big!” she said with such amazement I smiled.
“Yes, I know little one.” The pups really do crack me up.
“You must really rip all those toys a lot.” Little Maddie chomped on a wee bear and shook her head, showing me her spunk. Then she promptly hacked up a puff ball.
Good grief. “Try not to eat the stuffing part, little one.”
“I can’t help it,” she said, her little tongue going a mile a minute. “Gets stuck in my teefe.”
|Maddie and Hamish|
“Like this,” I sighed, chomping on a bear, giving it a good shake, then settling down with it in my paws. “See? No messy stuffing.”
“Your paws are so big, Hay-mith.”
Oh, this is going to be a long conversation, and nap time is a’callin.
“Yes, Little Madison, they are.” I crossed my paws so she could get a better look.
“But I don’t have big paws or big teeth,” she said with a yawn.
Finally she gets sleepy. “No you don’t little one.”
Another big yawn from the tyke. “But why not?”
“Because I am a Great Dane, and you are…”
“Yes? What am I?” She perked up waiting to hear.
“A tinker toy multi-poo, or ‘designer dog,’ as my Lady calls you.” Now I yawned again. “You were made to fit into a human’s purse.”
“Oh,” she said quietly, looking so disappointed I gotta throw her a bone.
“Shake that toy again, though. You got it! Next time you’re in that Lady’s purse give it whirl.”
“Okay! I will!” she danced around. “I wuv you Hay-mith. Can I sleep on your pillow?”
“Yes, little one. Get some sleep.”