Trixie: Ahhhh life in beautiful Colorado. Miles and miles of white sandy beaches, tropical winds blowing over my fur, the careless sound of waves crashing in the distance. Pure paradise :-)
Tiger: Ummm Trixie are you ok? We live in Colorado. Those "white sandy beaches" are snow drifts. Tropical winds? Bwahahaha that's 30 mph winds from the blizzard. I have no clue what could possibly be mistaken for crashing waves other than the sound of snow shovel... Why am I not getting the same dog food as you? I think your stuff may be a lot more fun if you are thinking all of that.
Trixie: Really?!? Stop trying to burst my bubble. I'm trying to psych myself up to got potty in that wretched icy tundra. I don't feel like having mommy flip out again over a poo on the floor. Sheesh at least I got most of it on the non carpeted surface. She should just be happy since I tried to save her some extra work -_-
Bobby: Moooove outta the way!! I'm trying to see the snow.
Trixie: Why? It's the same as yesterday, the week before that and the week before that. Same frigid fluff falling from the sky and getting my feet wet. Nothing new kid.
Bobby: If you say so... Oh Trixie. What is that? I've never seen that before.
Trixie: What are you talking about? It's just white... White snow as far as you can see.
Bobby: No I think you are wrong. Come check it out with me pleeeeeeease.
Trixie: No!
Tiger: I'll go with you buddy. I love the snow. Can we play with snow balls? I love catching snowballs. They are almost as awesome as Mr. Ball.... *howl* MR. BAAAAAALL!!!
Trixie: Good grief! Here we go again -_-
Bobby: Trixie if we hurry outside Tiger will get distracted. Come on.
Trixie: ...............
Tiger: Mr. Ball... You were such an awesome ball. You were my family. I shall avenge your premature demise. *howl*
Trixie: Oh for the love of... Fine boy. Open the stupid door.
Bobby: Trixie. Hurry it's over here!
Trixie: I'm coming, I'm coming. I still don't see anything but snow you crazy child.
*splat*
Trixie: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? You drug me out here to throw snow at me! Just for that I'm shredding one if your precious stuffed animals tonight! DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES BOY!
Tiger: BWAHAHAHA! That was epic. Is it my turn yet? I want snow. I love snow. Playing in the snow is the best!
Bobby: I bet if you hurry, Tiger, daddy is still shoveling the patio.
Tiger: Oh boy, oh boy. I'm on my way!
Trixie: Curse you all. I hate snow! I hate the cold! I hate that stupid pink sweater Mommy makes me wear so I don't shiver! I want a litter box! This snow and freezing winds is for the birds. Outta my way! I'm going inside!!
Tiger: Party pooper!!
Bobby: HEY! What's with the sweater crack?!? I picked that out for you!
*singing* fat girl in a little sweater
Trixie: Stop singing that song!!!! I'm not FAT!!! It's a winter coat to try to keep me warm in 10 degree cold!!
Tiger: Watch. In the spring her excuse will be that she's big boned ;-)
Bobby: Probably or she will say its the latest fashion craze. Ok boy lets get this snow ball fight going!
Tiger: oh yeah... Bring it kid!
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