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August 25, 2004
Talking to Me?
My mom said one morning when WildChild was there he started fidgeting around about 4 a.m. like he was waking up. She lay there quietly until he settled down, and she thought he had pretty much gone back to sleep when their rooster crowed.
WildChild started moving around again, but my mom kept quiet and he'd soon pretty much settled back down when the rooster crowed again. I'm sure she was entertaining thoughts of having the rooster for dinner when WildChild rolled over and solemnly whispered in her ear
"Ginnky**, that wooster is talking to you."
I don't know how funny that was at 4 a.m., but it cracked me up today.
**All the grandkids call my mom Ginnky. When my niece was little, she couldn't say 'Grandma' so she always called my mom 'Ginnky'. Soon they were all doing it, and the rest, as they say, was history.
Posted by Rita at August 25, 2004 09:28 AM
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My sister has a small, hairy, male chihuahua that her grandson named "Ratdog", but we don't know why, maybe after the CatDog cartoon. Anyway, last year they decided to have him neutered and explained the process to the grandson. He was 4 and misunderstood most of it, but in a cute way. Up until the day of the surgery he would ask questions such as "Grandma, will Ratdog run faster when his testimals are gone?" and, "Grandma, will Ratdog still like Cheetos when his testimals are gone?" They brought him home after the operation and as the dog and grandchild were on the couch recuperating, the grandchild looked up and said "Grandma, what's Ratdog going to lick now that his testimals are gone?"
Posted by: kenneth at August 25, 2004 01:36 PM
ROTF! That's hilarious.
Posted by: rita at August 25, 2004 01:39 PM