Wifey: Let's go see my parents, and take the puppy
Dumb Head- me: Ok, but let's stop by my mom's and let the puppy see her remaining brood
At Mom's
Dumb-Head: let's take her buddy with us to yur mom's so the pup can have fun out in the country playing with it's buddy
Wifey: No. Stupid Idea
Dumb-Head: Aw, come on, it'll be fun. They'll have fun. We'll bring the other one back on the way home. It's on the way.
Wifey: No, but you're driving. So OK.
On the way to Wifey's Mom:
Buddy Pup: Man, this car ride sucks
Dumb-Head: See, they're in the back playing already
Buddy-Pup: Hey deserter (our pup) quit screwin around.
Deserter: Man, this car ride stuff is fun. He he. You don't look so good.
Buddy-Pup. Man this car ride sucks.
Deserter: Paw, piddle, paw. Wuss
Buddy-Pup: Tell you what I think of this car Ride
Deserter: What's that?
Buddy-Pup: Barf (onto car mat)
Dumb-Head: Aw Crap. <Pulls over, and cleans car mat at gas station>
Buddy-Pup: Man, thank god we're stopped. I feel like a turd
Deserter: CRACKERS!!!!!. Lick lick.
Wifey: You stupid SOB.
Dumb-Head: OK, well that's threw. Let's hit the road. Good as new. <leaves again>
Buddy-Pup: Uh oh. We're moving again.
Deserter: Got anymore of that stuff, it's tasty?
Buddy Pup: Shut the hell up. Oh Wait. Hold on.
Buddy-Pup: Barf, onto wifes purse
Deserter: Damn. Out of reach.
Buddy-Pup: Barf into drink holder. Barf Again, into drink holder. Barf Again into drink holder
Deserter: Damn Nice shot man. Aw Sh!t, I stepped in it.
Deserter: <In Dog Speak to Humans> Yipe Yipe Yipe <as loud as possible> Translation: Get me away from this Nasty MOFO.
Wifey: You stupid SOB.
Dumb-Head: Silence
Twenty-minutes until through Arrival at in-laws:
Deserter: <In Dog Speak to Humans> Yipe Yipe Yipe <as loud as possible> Translation: Get me away from this Nasty MOFO.
Wifey: <to deserter>SHUT THE HELL UP. <to me> Don't even pull over, just drive and we'll clean it out there. I mean, your stupid ass will clean it up there
Dumb-Head: <Holding head out the window to breathe non-puke stained air>
Wifey: Drive the damn car
Buddy-Pup: <In Dog Speak To Humans> Yipe Yipe Yipe <as loud as possible> Man, I feel better now. I'm hungry. Lick Lick
Buddy-Pup: Uh Oh. Don't feel so good again. Barf, onto back of car.
Wifey: You stupid SOB.
At In-Laws:
I had to clean out the friggin puke from the drink holder with a damn spoon.
Dumb-Head: Barf, out on the grass.
Dumb-Head: <On Phone to mom>Hey Mom, your dog just puked all over the damn car.
Mom: Oh yah, I forgot that I fed him crackers and milk about 20 minutes before you left.
Dumb Head- me: Ok, but let's stop by my mom's and let the puppy see her remaining brood
At Mom's
Dumb-Head: let's take her buddy with us to yur mom's so the pup can have fun out in the country playing with it's buddy
Wifey: No. Stupid Idea
Dumb-Head: Aw, come on, it'll be fun. They'll have fun. We'll bring the other one back on the way home. It's on the way.
Wifey: No, but you're driving. So OK.
On the way to Wifey's Mom:
Buddy Pup: Man, this car ride sucks
Dumb-Head: See, they're in the back playing already
Buddy-Pup: Hey deserter (our pup) quit screwin around.
Deserter: Man, this car ride stuff is fun. He he. You don't look so good.
Buddy-Pup. Man this car ride sucks.
Deserter: Paw, piddle, paw. Wuss
Buddy-Pup: Tell you what I think of this car Ride
Deserter: What's that?
Buddy-Pup: Barf (onto car mat)
Dumb-Head: Aw Crap. <Pulls over, and cleans car mat at gas station>
Buddy-Pup: Man, thank god we're stopped. I feel like a turd
Deserter: CRACKERS!!!!!. Lick lick.
Wifey: You stupid SOB.
Dumb-Head: OK, well that's threw. Let's hit the road. Good as new. <leaves again>
Buddy-Pup: Uh oh. We're moving again.
Deserter: Got anymore of that stuff, it's tasty?
Buddy Pup: Shut the hell up. Oh Wait. Hold on.
Buddy-Pup: Barf, onto wifes purse
Deserter: Damn. Out of reach.
Buddy-Pup: Barf into drink holder. Barf Again, into drink holder. Barf Again into drink holder
Deserter: Damn Nice shot man. Aw Sh!t, I stepped in it.
Deserter: <In Dog Speak to Humans> Yipe Yipe Yipe <as loud as possible> Translation: Get me away from this Nasty MOFO.
Wifey: You stupid SOB.
Dumb-Head: Silence
Twenty-minutes until through Arrival at in-laws:
Deserter: <In Dog Speak to Humans> Yipe Yipe Yipe <as loud as possible> Translation: Get me away from this Nasty MOFO.
Wifey: <to deserter>SHUT THE HELL UP. <to me> Don't even pull over, just drive and we'll clean it out there. I mean, your stupid ass will clean it up there
Dumb-Head: <Holding head out the window to breathe non-puke stained air>
Wifey: Drive the damn car
Buddy-Pup: <In Dog Speak To Humans> Yipe Yipe Yipe <as loud as possible> Man, I feel better now. I'm hungry. Lick Lick
Buddy-Pup: Uh Oh. Don't feel so good again. Barf, onto back of car.
Wifey: You stupid SOB.
At In-Laws:
I had to clean out the friggin puke from the drink holder with a damn spoon.
Dumb-Head: Barf, out on the grass.
Dumb-Head: <On Phone to mom>Hey Mom, your dog just puked all over the damn car.
Mom: Oh yah, I forgot that I fed him crackers and milk about 20 minutes before you left.
But still.... *Giggles*
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