The Dog Days are here!

Allie: It's the Dog Days of August...

I think I'll take it easy on the workout.

Wouldn't want to overheat or anything.

Allie, you're in air conditioning.

Allie: *sigh* Reeeeally, Mother.
You say tomato....

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Back Away ... Slowly, Dood.

We continue Monday's saga:

Maxwell: ... she's behind me isn't she?

Faraday: Hey Maxie, if you don't make it through this, can I have your lounger?

Maxwell: (releases mousie like it was a hot potato)

Allie: Were you playing with my mouse, Maxie?
After expressly being told not to?

Maxwell: Uhh-h-h ....
Allie: How many times do I have to say it?

Allie: STAY AWAY FROM MY THINGS!

Allie: (primly) I think that's a very reasonable request. Don't you?

You won't catch us arguing with you, girly. No sirree!

***

 

She'll never know. Right?

We continue Friday's saga:

Maxwell: Allie's sure taking her sweet time with that nap. And this mousie's just sitting here, all lonely and bored.

Really, when you think about it that way, I'd be doing mister mousie a service by playing with him.

And I'll bet I could sneak in a good solid hour or so of mousie play, and she'd never know ....
*reaches out to nip at mousie wire*

Faraday (from under table): I wouldn't do that if I were you, Maxie.
Maxwell: Uhh, why not?

Faraday: In fact, I'd step away from that mousie real quick, I would.
Maxwell: *gulp*

Hey dood, is that what a "deer in the headlights" looks like?

(To be continued ....)

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Whose mousie, again?

Maxwell: Cool, Allie. A mousie. 

Allie: That's my mousie, Maxie. And once I'm done with my nap, I intend to play with it.

So paws off--- *yawwwnnn* -- 'k?

Allie: Really, I'd hate to have to hurt you over a mousie infraction.
Or have you forgotten the lounger incident from last week so soon?

Maxwell: (casually stretches paw out and snags mouse while giving leg a nonchalant lick)
Um, yeah, sure Allie. Whatever.

Allie: I saw that, Maxie. I think I'll just nap with my mousie, if you don't mind.
(hugs mousie chastely to her breast)

Allie: ... and maybe I'd better sleep with one eye open.

... or maybe both eyes ....

That's probably a good idea, girlie.

(To be continued ....)

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It's Dead, Jim.

Faraday: Uh, Maxie?
I think it'd dead.

Maxwell: What's dead? Your snake?

Faraday: Yeah,  Mister Snakey's dead. I mean, look, Maxie. He's not moving and stuffs.

Maxwell: Are you sure about tha-- LOOK OUT!

Faraday: HALP! It's AFTER me!

(moments later, after the keyboard has been wrestled away from the mom)

Faraday: You'll pay for that, Mommy. I'm not afraid of no snake.

SERIOUSLIES.

PROOF: Exhibit A. (uh, and B, and C, and ...)

Me, the vishus snake-killer.

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Wordless Wednesday: Nosy Brother Edition

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Brotherly - ahh - Advice?

Maxwell:  *chomp!*
Faraday: You're not doing it right, Maxie.

Maxwell:  Gahhhhhh---rawwwwwr!
Faraday: *sigh* Seriouslies, Maxie, your technique---

Maxwell:  *slobber-slobber-slobber*
Faraday: For realz? You're just gonna lie there and wait for it to come to you?

Maxwell: *more wet slobbery chomping noises*
Faraday: oh wait. I forgot about that Special Coating you're adding to it....

Maxwell: *cheery voice* YOUR TURN!
Faraday: Ewwww, not til that thing dries!

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Itsy Bitsy Spider

Maxwell:  Is that a spider, Momma? Cool!

Let's play!  Bring it closer?

Closer-r-r-r...

Uhnnnhhhh.... Momma, a little help, here?
It's just out of my reach....

(No, we don't think you're lazy, Maxwell. Not at all....)

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A Bit of Foreshadowing

Well, hello, Mister Mouse.

You're gonna be the star of the show on Friday, did you know that?
But until then...

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