Interview of My Lady

Before we got the little dude, following in all those pup reporters paws out there I interviewed my lady. So without further delay here it is.



M: So, lady, what time is dinner?

K: As soon as we finish this interview.

M: What are we having, is it good?

K: Murph, you get the same thing every night, kibble, yogurt and veggies.

M: I do? Why is that?

K: Is this really what people want to know?

M: I don't really care what the pups out there want to know, I want to know! Just answer the question, or I'm gonna throw the book at you.

K: What book, what are you talking about? How much TV do you watch when I am at work?

M: I'm asking the questions here. So, what took you so long to bust me outta the pound?

K; Murph, you had only been there three days before I adopted you.

M: Three long, miserable, cold, lonely, snowy, icy days. It felt like forever you big slow poke!

K: I think that might be a slight exaggeration, it was August in Dallas, I doubt you were cold or that there was snow or ice.

M: Why are you so hostile, I thought Texans were nice people.

K: Well, actually, I'm not a Texan. I'm a third generation Californian, I moved to Dallas because of my job.

M: Are you saying Californians aren't nice?

K: No, don't put words in my mouth. I'm just saying where I came from.

M: What do you do at work all day?

K: I work for an airline, and I makes sure we comply to all security regulations.

M: YAWNNNN, Boring. Are you married?

K: You know I'm not married, you live with me, do you see a husband around?

M: Hey sassy pants, no need to get snappy with me, or I'm gonna bust out the tough questions and really make you look bad.

K: Do you want to eat tonight? If so you had better not be to tough on me.

M: Well, that's all folks, she's as boring as she sounds! I'm off to eat dinner.

That's it for now, more Murph and Reilly shots to come.