Master Man's Chair

Annie: "You know, it sure is nice sitting here in the Master Man's chair." Jackie: "Yeah, I especially like these comfy pillows."
Jackie: "We work so hard taking care of this house."

Drying Off

Cookie: "I guess this isn't so bad. I was so hot. It feels so nice to have this cool spray."Jackie: "I am glad I am not hot. I don't like baths, cool spray, or any water."

Cookie: "Mama wants to keep me cool. Oooooh drying off is nice. I like the rubbing."
Cookie: "I love to have my face rubbed."


Jackie: "I always feel frisky after a bath! Let's play Cookie!"
Cookie: "Wait a minute. I want to rub on the rug some more. It feels so good!"
Cookie: "Okay, one second more and then let's go!"

Cool Down

Cookie: "So hot. It's so hot I can't stop panting."

Jackie: "Uh oh, Cookie. Here comes Valerie and Mama; I think you are going to get a cool down."

Cookie: "Jackie, you called it." Jackie: "That's okay, Cookie, I will wait right here with you while you get your cool down."
Cookie: "Jackie you are always a little pal."Cookie: "Okay, I think that is enough. I think I will get out now."Jackie: "No. I don't think Mama and Valerie want you out yet. They don't think you are cool. Get down, Cookie."Cookie: "Okay! I am not panting anymore. I am cool. Let me be done!"

Party's Over

Jackie: "Oh, Cookie, that was a fun birthday party. I liked chewing up the rawhide shoes. We don't have a treat like that too often."Cookie: "It was a fun party, wasn't it? I guess if we got a rawhide shoe to chew up every day, it wouldn't be a treat, would it? Besides, I think Mama thinks too many rawhides is bad for our digestion."Jackie: "Well, maybe a little begging won't hurt."

Annie: "A little begging NEVER hurts! Sometimes it helps."
Cookie: "Beg away, Jackie. Let's see you do it."Jackie: "Oh please, oh please, oh please, James....pleeeeassse give us another rawhide."James: "No, Jackie....it's not good for your digestion to have too many rawhides."

Cookie: "Told ya so, Jackie."

Jackie: "Well the party's really over now!"

Happy Birthday, Cookie!

Cookie: "It's my birthday! I am 12 years old. Look at the special birthday ruffle Mama got me at PetSmart."

Jackie: "Wow, Cookie, nice ruffle!"

Annie: "If it's your birthday, there must be a special birthday treat planned for you."

Jackie: "Cake, I hope!"

Cookie: "No, not cake; dogs don't get to eat cake. Mama has these leather rawhide shoes for us to celebrate."
Cookie: "I am ready for my treat now!"Jackie: "Well, that's not quite as good as a MEAT cake, but it will be a nice treat! I need to go find a good place to chew it up!"
Annie: "Me too!"Annie: "I think the couch will work nicely."Cookie: "I think I will chew mine in the dining room. It is nice and quite there."Cookie: "Yum!"Annie: "Happy Birthday, Cookie!"

Jackie: "I love you Cookie!"

Bigger, Chewier, and Jucier

Cookie: "They are still there, aren't they, Jackie."

Jackie: "Yeah, I got tired of waiting for them to fall out of the nest."

Cookie: "Look at them.....they look so chewey and nice."Jackie: "Oh, how I WANT ONE!" Cookie: "Let's try to jump up there again. Maybe we can reach this time."Cookie: "Nope; couldn't reach."

Jackie: "Now me!"

Cookie: "Nuts. Nuts. Nuts."

Jackie: "Nuts is right. I can just taste them." Cookie: "Oh well."

Scents of Boy Scout Camp

Jackie: "James! Mama! It is about time you got home! You have been gone for days and days!" Jackie: "James, did you bring me anything?"

James: "Jackie, I have been at Boy Scout Camp. All I have is dirty laundry."

Jackie: "Ooooh! Dirty laundry is fine! I love dirty laundry!"Jackie: "What do I smell? Hmmmm......"Jackie: "I think I need a closer smell."Jackie: "I smell dirty socks.....I like the way my people's feet smell."Jackie: "Snnniffff......Snnnniffffff.......I smell the forest......."
Jackie: "Hey Annie! Come here! I think I smell a racoon!"

Annie: "I think I smell it too! Yummmmm....."
Annie: "I think I smell a pond.....do you think there was a pond at Boy Scout Camp?"Jackie: "I think so......yes.....there was a pond up there."Jackie: "Wow! What an adventure James and Mama had. I know dogs aren't allowed to go to Boy Scout Camp, but at least we can smell it on the laundry."