Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Harry and Emma playing hide-n-seek before her birthday's party

Harry: (Just got up from his nap. All dreamy eyes!) Hmmm.............What is going on?
Harry: Scratches, please! Meow
Harry: Purrrrrr.......................this is so good
Harry: A scratched cat is a happy cat. Time to continue Hide-n-Seek game with Emma. Emma!!!!

Emma: Huh! Did you call, Harry! (screaming down the hallway)
Harry: Got her attention!
Harry: Come find me, Emma!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Emma: Where are you? (sniff, sniff)
Mom started calling out for Emma in the kitchen.
Mom: Emma, are you ready for your treat?
Emma ran to mom at the speed of lightning

Emma is enjoying her birthday's treat, Lemon Lime Birthday Bar. Her birthday is on Feb 27.

Emma: This is so good!!!!! If only Harry will show up for my birthday party. He might like this.
Mom: Oh, yeah! Where is Harry anyway?
Emma: This is so good!
Mom: Emma, where is Harry?
Emma: Harry, who???? Can I have another lemon lime bar, please?

Somewhere not too far away from where mom and Emma is.......

Harry: She is not coming for me again, is she?????????

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Harry's getting a bath again

Harry: Why do I feel something "fishy" is going on again?

Emma is walking around, being restless.

Harry: Emma, do you see anything suspicious? They are acting weird again?
Emma: Nope!
Harry: Are you sure?
Emma: Pretty sure! Except that mum took a few towels out of the linen closet earlier......Harry, where did you go?
Harry: Sssshhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Hiding. They are up to no good.
Emma: Huh? Can't be. Mom loves us.
 Harry: Yeah, right! Ssshhhh........they are coming.
Mom: Harry, where are you? Emma, do you know where Harry is?
Emma: Harry is hiding. He said don't tell mum where he is.
Mom: Okay, is Emma going to be a good girl and tell mama where Harry is?
 Emma: Okay, over there!


Harry: I hate you, stupid dog. You are not supposed to tell mom where I was. Don't like taking a bath.

Harry: Hate this!
Harry: Hate this!

Harry: What are you looking at? Hate this!

Harry: Are you happy now????? Hate you people....... Stop rubbing me with the towel.
Mom: Oh, Harry! Got to get you dry and clean..... Be a good boy now!

Harry: Don't like this at all. Maybe a little. Oh, mama's heartbeat.Puuurrrrrrrrrr
 Harry: Clean and fluffy again..........Meow