Bug is spending the summer with her father, which means I am lost and lonely and stuck with these two dingdong mutts all by myself. I heard Bug talking to herself in her bedroom as she packed her last flip flop for Wyoming. At least, I thought...
BUG: Moose. Moose. Look at me.
BUG: [grabbing Moose's face] Moose, look at me. Pay attention.
MOOSE: Chubba chubba. Why are you pinching my cheeks?
BUG: Now. You be good while I'm gone. I will..
BUG: Moose! Stop looking out the window. Now look at me.
MOOSE: Ok. Ok.
BUG: I love you very much. You will miss me, but I will be back.
MOOSE: You are hurting my cheeks.
BUG: You be a good dog and don't get into trouble.
BUG: I'm serious! Aw. I am going to miss you so much. You be a good boy.
MOOSE: Ok.Ok. I will eat your sandals while you are gone.
BUG: And you better not eat Mommy's shoes.