Lynn, it's so quiet here. Nothing is happening. You just sit at your sewing machine and Craig just works on his computer. I miss Tammo.
It's okay, Pep. He'll be back in the morning. He is just having a sleepover with Nashie and Mama.
But why? Why did he go and not me?
Sweetie, it's an Arctic tundra out in our yard right now.
Tammo wants to run, and he can't do that here, at least not right now. So Lisa invited him to come over to her house. He can use her dog door to go in and out at will, plus he is helping Nash who is also a little bored with all "this indoor stuff." (Nash's words, Pep, not mine.)
How about I show you some pictures from the sleepover? Would that make you feel a little less lonely? I'll fix you a peanut butter Kong and we can sit together on the couch and look at them together, all right?
A peanut butter Kong? Will you stick a few dog treats inside, too? I love it when I find those!
::Hug:: You got it, sweetie.
::Lick::
Okay, we are both settled on the couch, you have your Kong, and I have a nice mug of hot chocolate. Let me get out my phone.
::Scrolling to the text chain with Lisa::
Oh! Well!! Oh, dear!
::Mouth full of peanut butter:: Whatsa mmphh matter ?
::Reading text aloud:: "Tammo has pooped twice, run around the back yard with Nash, covered up all of Nash's usual spots, and we just completed rough and tumble time featuring Mr. Fox."
::Swallow:: Doesn't sound too bad, although isn't Mr. Fox Nashie's favorite toy?
Yes, he is. And if he looks anything like what OUR Mr. Fox looks like, he's soon not going to be long for this world.
::More licking:: That's what I was thinking. Keep going. Um, I mean, PLEASE keep scrolling. (Sorry, Lynn. Sometimes I just can't turn off the guide dog part of me.)
They had dinner, although Lisa reports she "just doesn't zhuhzh it up" like Craig does.
It is hard to compete with Craig's zhuhzhing! Man, the other night, he sliced up a little meat, added a sprinkle of grated cheese, and topped it with a spoon of cottage cheese! The man can cook! Um, by the way, can I have a peanut butter refill?
Maybe later, Pep. Let's keep scrolling.
::Scroll, scroll, scroll::
Okay, Lisa says she spent some time folding laundry while the dogs watched her.
Yeah, and I'll bet she watched one of those Great British Baking Shows she's so fond of at the same time!
::Laughing:: I am sure you are right!
Wait, oh boy. Here they go again. Listen to this, Pepper.
::Reading aloud:: "These boys just crack me up! Nash just got off the chair to get a drink, and Tammo immediately stole his spot!"
Not a surprise. That's a very common Tammo-move around here.
Nash looks like he wants his spot back, doesn't he? ::Laughing:: Wait until you see this next picture, sweetie! But you'll have to wait until I go get some more hot chocolate and refill your Kong, though.
No, no! That's okay. I can wait. I'm kinda full of peanut butter anyway. Show me the picture. Er, I mean, PLEASE show me the picture, Lynn!
Looks like Nashie somehow ended up with the entire loveseat, doesn't it?
Those boys! I love 'em both but I have to admit, it's nice being snuggled on the couch, just you and me, and enjoying the peace and quiet of a winter's evening.
I like it, too, Pep. I'm going sit here and read for a while now.
And I'm gonna stay right here at your side. But first, will you tell me a story?
What story do you want to hear, sweet girl?
::Snuggling closer:: Tell me about the day you and Dad brought me home. It's my favorite.
::Hug/Lick::
That's my favorite, too, Peppy. Once upon a time, there was a a hard working Seeing Eye Dog named Pepper...
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