If Dalmatians Would Talk
Written by: Babydoll
Spot da Dog is our beloved daughter. As a dalmatian, she is just as willful as any other ones. Ron, my husband, and I really love her deeply. We promised that we would take care of her for life, and then her children and her grandchildren. We are a complete family.
Spot loves to run around the house, picks stuffs and brings to me. Most of the time, she just makes her dalmatian special whistle noise to ask for our attentions all on her only. I couldn't help looking at her or ignoring her. Her innocent eyes are telling us that she's our baby forever and ever. Somehow I just wonder how if spot could talk. This spoiled gal would never leave me in peace.
Mom! Take me out for pee pee!! That might be her screaming at 5am each and every morning. If she could talk, she couldn't need to make her sharp wistle noise any more but yelling at us and dragging us out of our warm bed. "Get up, you lazy bastard!" She would be angry if we delay any minute. Geee... We've got some difficulties to get up every morning, but because of her, things have changed. We have to jump out of bed and dress up asap to take her out. She waves her tails, gives us her big smile in her face, and jumping into us. " Good morning!" She might say! " I can't hold my pee any longer!" She might complain. shhhhhh.... She didn't make it, peed right in right of our back door. "Spot!!!!!!!" Ron would be going nuts! "Sorry, papa!" She might just turn around, smile at him and run into her own bed. She would just grovel there, waving the end of her tail. " I told you! " She might whisping, "That's your own fault! You are not quick enough, and I couldn't hold any longer!" "Sorry, dude!" her tail would be still doing that dancing in the end. "What am I gonna do wit' you? Spot!" I shake my head each time when she does that, though she couldn't talk, I still hear what she says. "Sorry, ma!" her innocence is shining in her eyes.
If a dalmatian could talk, spot wouldn't need to pee in Ron's chair to complain about he didn't give her enough food! "Give me that pieace of stake!" She would just sit beside him, and make her order. " No!" Ron would latch her into her own room when he eats. "I want that piece of stake!" She would screaming in her room. "You Papa! I want your food!" She might be a little upset! However, I really would love her to let me know what she loves to eat. I hate her to go to our kitchen sniffing around and steals some food or chewing on the vegetables. "Just tell mam what you want!" I always pat her head and say. No! Spot, you shouldn't eat that! No, not the cabbage!! "That smells good to me!" She would just take some of our leftover from last night in the cabbage. "I'm gonna eat that, it is great!" She runs to her bed wit' her plunder and murmuring. "Why don't you cook me breakfast?" "I like dad's toast!" "How about some eggs?" She might just following me around in the kitchen and give me her favoriate list. "Dog food sucks!"She would throw me a fit and leave.
If Spot would talk, I suppose she would tell me how comfortable our bed is. She would let me know how enjoyable it is to lying in our bed at the sunny noons, having her favorite chewing bones and taking a nap. She might convince me for giving her some room in bed at night. "I like to sleep between you and dad!" She might say, "I love to have your smell around me! I feel safe!" She licks my face. Maybe she could convient her dad Ron to let her sleep beside him, and wouldn't fight for the covers again. She would be a persnickety gal, nagging at us in order to get her ways. "No shower!" "I want a dinning chair!" "Play wit' me!" "Get me more toys!" "Take me out for a walk!" "I still want run in the garden, ma, I don't feel like going home yet!!!" A dalmatian like spot must would be a gabber! In the end, Ron and I would just give up and let her do whatever she wants.
If Spot would talk, she must be a trilingual. She is smart enough to learn any languages if she wants. Spot can understand English better than the local people here, Ron always give her this compliment. However, I found her main intelligence is not her language talents, but her selective hearing. "Let's go out for a run!" That's the only thing she is interested to hear. "Sit!" is only useful when she wants to have some food. "Ting-bu-Dong!" That's how she answers me when I tell her that she's not allowed in our bed! She learnt that from daddy because Ron also has a selective hearing for whatever I say to him. He would turn to me with that Ting-bu-dong (I don't understant! in Chinese) crap when I ask him to do dishes or when we talk about going to my parents for family dinners. "Mom, dad is gonna spank me!" she would cry to me and hide behind my back when Ron is mad at her humping his legs. God knows where she learnt that. "She supposed to be humped, she shouldn't humping anything. That's disgusting!!!" Ron would be really pissed off. Guess that time spot understood what the consequence she took for her selective hearing. She's locked in her own little room again.
Dals are such willful wonders that sometimes they are just like spoiled kids, selfish and stinginess. It is lucky for us that they couldn't talk in the way that we can play dumb that we don't know what they want, or at least pretend to be so. I do wish that Spot would let me know what makes her uncomfortable and what's wrong wit' her when she's sick. I also wish that she could cut that wistle noise down and calm down a bit. If dalmatians would talk, I suppose all us, the owners of dalmatians wouldn't want to deal with more tourlbes than our dals. They would take all our energies, time and attentions for theirselves. We would be fully occupied. So while thinking of all of these, I am patting Spot on my lab, I feel really eased, 'cause after all she's my dalmatian daughter, she can't talk.
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Written by: Babydoll
Spot da Dog is our beloved daughter. As a dalmatian, she is just as willful as any other ones. Ron, my husband, and I really love her deeply. We promised that we would take care of her for life, and then her children and her grandchildren. We are a complete family.
Spot loves to run around the house, picks stuffs and brings to me. Most of the time, she just makes her dalmatian special whistle noise to ask for our attentions all on her only. I couldn't help looking at her or ignoring her. Her innocent eyes are telling us that she's our baby forever and ever. Somehow I just wonder how if spot could talk. This spoiled gal would never leave me in peace.
Mom! Take me out for pee pee!! That might be her screaming at 5am each and every morning. If she could talk, she couldn't need to make her sharp wistle noise any more but yelling at us and dragging us out of our warm bed. "Get up, you lazy bastard!" She would be angry if we delay any minute. Geee... We've got some difficulties to get up every morning, but because of her, things have changed. We have to jump out of bed and dress up asap to take her out. She waves her tails, gives us her big smile in her face, and jumping into us. " Good morning!" She might say! " I can't hold my pee any longer!" She might complain. shhhhhh.... She didn't make it, peed right in right of our back door. "Spot!!!!!!!" Ron would be going nuts! "Sorry, papa!" She might just turn around, smile at him and run into her own bed. She would just grovel there, waving the end of her tail. " I told you! " She might whisping, "That's your own fault! You are not quick enough, and I couldn't hold any longer!" "Sorry, dude!" her tail would be still doing that dancing in the end. "What am I gonna do wit' you? Spot!" I shake my head each time when she does that, though she couldn't talk, I still hear what she says. "Sorry, ma!" her innocence is shining in her eyes.
If a dalmatian could talk, spot wouldn't need to pee in Ron's chair to complain about he didn't give her enough food! "Give me that pieace of stake!" She would just sit beside him, and make her order. " No!" Ron would latch her into her own room when he eats. "I want that piece of stake!" She would screaming in her room. "You Papa! I want your food!" She might be a little upset! However, I really would love her to let me know what she loves to eat. I hate her to go to our kitchen sniffing around and steals some food or chewing on the vegetables. "Just tell mam what you want!" I always pat her head and say. No! Spot, you shouldn't eat that! No, not the cabbage!! "That smells good to me!" She would just take some of our leftover from last night in the cabbage. "I'm gonna eat that, it is great!" She runs to her bed wit' her plunder and murmuring. "Why don't you cook me breakfast?" "I like dad's toast!" "How about some eggs?" She might just following me around in the kitchen and give me her favoriate list. "Dog food sucks!"She would throw me a fit and leave.
If Spot would talk, I suppose she would tell me how comfortable our bed is. She would let me know how enjoyable it is to lying in our bed at the sunny noons, having her favorite chewing bones and taking a nap. She might convince me for giving her some room in bed at night. "I like to sleep between you and dad!" She might say, "I love to have your smell around me! I feel safe!" She licks my face. Maybe she could convient her dad Ron to let her sleep beside him, and wouldn't fight for the covers again. She would be a persnickety gal, nagging at us in order to get her ways. "No shower!" "I want a dinning chair!" "Play wit' me!" "Get me more toys!" "Take me out for a walk!" "I still want run in the garden, ma, I don't feel like going home yet!!!" A dalmatian like spot must would be a gabber! In the end, Ron and I would just give up and let her do whatever she wants.
If Spot would talk, she must be a trilingual. She is smart enough to learn any languages if she wants. Spot can understand English better than the local people here, Ron always give her this compliment. However, I found her main intelligence is not her language talents, but her selective hearing. "Let's go out for a run!" That's the only thing she is interested to hear. "Sit!" is only useful when she wants to have some food. "Ting-bu-Dong!" That's how she answers me when I tell her that she's not allowed in our bed! She learnt that from daddy because Ron also has a selective hearing for whatever I say to him. He would turn to me with that Ting-bu-dong (I don't understant! in Chinese) crap when I ask him to do dishes or when we talk about going to my parents for family dinners. "Mom, dad is gonna spank me!" she would cry to me and hide behind my back when Ron is mad at her humping his legs. God knows where she learnt that. "She supposed to be humped, she shouldn't humping anything. That's disgusting!!!" Ron would be really pissed off. Guess that time spot understood what the consequence she took for her selective hearing. She's locked in her own little room again.
Dals are such willful wonders that sometimes they are just like spoiled kids, selfish and stinginess. It is lucky for us that they couldn't talk in the way that we can play dumb that we don't know what they want, or at least pretend to be so. I do wish that Spot would let me know what makes her uncomfortable and what's wrong wit' her when she's sick. I also wish that she could cut that wistle noise down and calm down a bit. If dalmatians would talk, I suppose all us, the owners of dalmatians wouldn't want to deal with more tourlbes than our dals. They would take all our energies, time and attentions for theirselves. We would be fully occupied. So while thinking of all of these, I am patting Spot on my lab, I feel really eased, 'cause after all she's my dalmatian daughter, she can't talk.
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