Daily Dose o' Cute

This was shot last weekend: Dudley is desperate to go to the dog park, and I'm winding him up while we wait for Iain to be ready to go, by pretending I don't know what he wants. Meanwhile, Matilda is an adorable lazyass who purrs like a lawnmower. Full transcript below.

Also below: Pictures of Dudley and the girls. Who says greyhounds and cats can't be friends?


Dudley and Sophie.


Sophie and Dudley.


Olivia and Dudley.


Dudley and Olivia.


Dudley and Matilda.


Matilda and Dudley.
Transcript:

Dudley comes bounding into the living room from the kitchen and lies at my feet, touching her knee with his nose, because "touch" is one of his commands I taught him, and he's trying to be good to get what he wants, which is to go to the dog park. We're going to leave shortly, so Dudley is all wound up and I'm teasing him, pretending I don't know what he wants. "What do you wanna do?" I ask. "What is it that you wanna do? Huh? Do you wanna go somewhere?" Dudley gives his Big Yawn-Nip of Impatience and looks at me plaintively. "Where do you wanna go? Where do you wanna go, Dudley?" He looks around, toward the kitchen, where Iain is, and then back at me, whining. "Oh my goodness. That seems very desperate." Cut to footage of Matilda writhing around on the couch beside me, purring like a lawnmower. She licks her paw and looks at me with big blue eyes. Cut to Dudley running back in from the kitchen again. "Dudley!" He touches the camera with his nose. "Oh my goodness! What do you wanna do?" He runs to his bowl for a drink of water. Cut to Olivia walking by the couch. Matilda lazily reaches out and bats at her tail. Cut to Dudley standing at the front door; he looks up at me excitedly. "You wanna go somewhere? Huh, Dudz?" He walks around me, bumping against me and trying to get me to go out the front door. "Are you trying to herd me out the door?" He looks out the front door. "Where you wanna go? Are you looking at the car? Does that take us somewhere that you like to go? Where does that take us?" He whines and circles around me again. "Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. Where do you wanna go?" He looks at the kitchen as Iain clatters about. "Ah! Oh my gosh! Is Daddy almost ready?! Ah! Where do you think we should go? Should we go to the zoo?" Dudley whines complainingly and sits. "Where?" I ask, trying not to laugh. Iain, walking out of the kitchen, says, "Are you torturing this poor dog?" I reply, "Basically. I mean, we have to wait for you anyway, so." Cut to Matilda rolling around on the couch again. She licks her paw and purrs loudly. Cut to Dudley jumping around excitedly as we walk to the car. He jumps into the backseat like a good boy. Cut to Matilda still being a lazyass on the couch. She makes cute, sleepy faces. Cut to Iain and Dudley playing tag at the dog park. Dudley comes racing toward me, then runs past, his feet thundering on the ground. He runs across the park, over to a Doberman, whose acquaintance he's decided he wants to make. End.