Family of Five Photo

Cyndi:  Hey, this isn't fair.  There are five of you in this photo.  If you're going to have a family picture, I should have been invited.  Micah and Taylor, too. 

Percy:  We weren't invited either, so don't get upset.  I was just enjoying my Private Lounge and suddenly Jan snapped a picture.

Buddy:  At least you were caught lounging.  Rusty and I were taking a bath.

Cyndi:  Merci is dead to the world in Buddy's bed and Marcus is snoring in his Private Dining Car.  I'll never understand why he likes to sleep in there with the door open.

Percy:  I think he's hopeful if he stays long enough he'll get an extra meal.

Cyndi:  But he eats in the kitchen with the rest of us.

Buddy:  You know Marcus.  He's an optimist.

Percy:  Jan said she's pretty thankful to get five of us in the same photo. 

Cyndi:  Well, next time tell Jan to wait until the rest of us can get here.

Buddy:  Of course.  And by the time you and Taylor get done taking a bath, curling your hair and painting your toes, the photo hour will have passed and none of us will be in a picture.


We are joining Pepi Smart Dog and friends for the Thankful Thursday blog hop.

Split the Difference

BUDDY:  I think we should fire Jan again.  She has clearly not learned a lesson from previous firings.

MARCUS:  Why, what did she do this time?

BUDDY:  I asked her to please take a photo of Merci miming STOP with one paw raised for a special post.

MARCUS:  Oh, that's what Merci was doing.  I thought she was trying to stop Jan from taking her picture.

BUDDY:  A simple photo to take.  But did Jan do it?

MARCUS:  Uh ... I'm guessing no?

BUDDY:  Anyone can see that Merci is short.  A human would have to get down to Merci's level to get a picture of her with raised paw.

MARCUS:  To be fair, Jan has creaky joints.  Perhaps she couldn't bend that low at the time.

BUDDY:  Don't defend her, Marcus.  She failed miserably.  Look at this picture and tell me you see Merci's paw.

MARCUS:  Do I have to?

BUDDY:  *shakes head* Of course not! 

MARCUS:  I think that photo is a lot better than the other one.

BUDDY:   There's another picture?  Perhaps we can use that one.

MARCUS:  I don't think so.  Jan cut off Merci's body and her nose.

BUDDY:  Yes, we should definitely fire Jan.  Or at least dock her pay.

MARCUS:  We can't dock her pay - we don't pay her.

BUDDY:  That's because we don't have any money.  If we did, we would pay her for all the things she forgets to do, wouldn't we?

MARCUS:  I suppose we would.

BUDDY:  Then what's the problem?  We'll just dock her what we haven't paid her.  She can't remember what she had for lunch.  She won't remember how much she doesn't get paid.

MARCUS:  How about we split the difference so I can order a new soccer ball?

Devil Dogs

Merci:  I don't know what Jan did but she sure made us look like devil dogs today.

Buddy:  This is an old photo of Merci and me in the back seat of Jan's car.  Or it was before Jan accented the edges.

Merci:  I believe this was was taken just before Buddy climbed into the front seat so he could learn to drive.

Buddy:  Yes, I wanted my driver's license and I would have gotten it too, if Merci hadn't wimped out on me.

Merci: Wimped out?  You tried to kill me.  And that was without the motor running.

Buddy:  I did no such thing.

Merci:  You wanted to drive sitting backwards in the seat so your ears would tan evenly or some such dumb idea. 

Buddy:  Merci, you have the worst memory.  I have never tried to kill you.

Merci:  Let's let readers decide for themselves with a link to The Driving Lesson.