Oh, Sonny

Scene: Upstairs in the Pug home last night.

Sonny the Pug: Arp. Arp eep. Ark! (Dah'dy, pick muh up and hold me.)

The Aggie: Not right now, puggy. I'm working.

STP: Grrrr. Epppp. (Really, I wahnt tuh be picked up. Now.)

The Aggie: One second, Sonny. I'm in the middle of something.

[Cue vicious growl and tugging of the pants leg.]

The Aggie: Sonny!

STP: Arp. (Dah'dy!)

[Aggie reaches down, picks of STP. All is well.... Until Momma Pug calls for the Aggie's assistance in the other room.]

STP: Gurp. Eep. (Dun't go to that hussy!)

[Momma Pug looks up to see Aggie walk through the doorway, stumpy little pug trotting along beside him.]

Momma Pug: What's wrong with the puggers?

The Aggie: I think he wants attention. (Aggie joins Momma Pug on couch.)

STP: Grrrrrp. Eppprk. Arfk. (Leave me on the floor? Over muh dead body.)

[Aggie snaps a picture.]

[Then picks up the pug.]