Super pooped!

 Me: You've both been such good dogs, let's do errands and a walk!

Schmoop: Yes, walk!

Middy: Yes, walk OMG HARNESS WHY ok yes, walk.

Me: What a good walk, many accomplishments, let's go home for some chicken chicken and snuggles!

Schmoop: Yes I would like the treats and snuggles! Super pooped!

Middy: I would also like the treats and snuggles! Super pooped! Exhausted! *hangs limp and lifeless* *must be helped into the car. So tired*

Me: OK Schmoop (leashless), straight to the gate.

Schmoop: Yes'm, that is my duty as guard dog. *goes to gate*

Me: *holding the second leash I keep on Middy even after I've taken off the backup collar because Dangernoodle is a menace* OK, Middy, straight to the gate. My poor tired girl. What a good girl you were! Is treat time! Special treat!

Middy: *slipping leash like Houdini on any given Tuesday* FREEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!

Me: ......

Middy (racing past at mach 9): FREEEEE * SONIC BOOM* DOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!

Me: *trudging down the alley*

Middy: SQUIRRELS! ALSO FREEEEEDDDOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

(20-30 minutes ensue of my extremely obnoxious horrible awful dog racing laps around me as I trudge my sad middle aged self up and down a hillside before finally enticing her with cheese)

Middy: Old Mommy, I am super pooped and then some! Good treats?

Me: Humph.

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