Video Description: Zelda the Black and Tan Mutt lies on the floor of my office beside my chair, wagging her tail. Dudley the Greyhound is lying sprawled out beside her. She turns her head and startles to see Matilda the Cat standing there. Matilda squeaks. "What do you want?" I ask. Tilsy squeaks in response, and keeps chattering as she walks away. Zelly watches her. "What do you think she wants, Zelda?" I ask. Zelly looks at Tils. "Tell me," I whisper. She looks at me. "Tell me." Tilsy squeaks. "What does the kitty cat want?" I ask. Zelly looks at me and cocks her head quizzically. Tilsy squeaks. "Do you think she wants treats?" Zelly cocks her head very interestedly. "Do YOU want treats?" I ask. Cocked head; waggy tail. Tilsy squeaks. "Do you want a little bone?" I ask. She hops up. Dudley sits up. "Yes?! You do?" I pan to Dudley, who is looking at me intently now. "Do you want a little bone, Dudley?" I pan back to Zelly. "You do?! Should we go get little bones?" Zelly waits patiently, looking at me with her tail wagging. "Come on," I say, as I move to stand up, "let's go." Zelly hops excitedly and Dudz gets to his feet. "Let's go get 'em!" Dudley stretches lazily. "Oh, big stretch." Zelly stands at my knee. "Are you excited?" She grins and looks at Dudley. "Do you want little bones?" Dudz touches the camera with his nose. "Okay!"
For the record: "Little bones" = any dog treat.
Also for the record: Everyone got treats. Because YAY IT'S A DAY!!!
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