I’m so sorry, I don’t know what to say. That’s never happened to me before. I didn’t mean to let the blog just sit here all by itself, all alone and abandoned like that. Poor little blog, just waiting for someone to come along and post something. How cruel of me to treat it so. There, there, little blog, mommy loves you. Mommy will make it all better. Mommy will–
“Stop it, mom! You’re makin’ me sick! Of course, it could be all that grass I ate down at the lake this afternoon.”
“Yeah, you really had something going there, talking to yourself, oh, excuse me, to your blog. Sorry I interrupted. God forbid you should waste your time on anything so frivolous as talking to your dog. No, you go right on ahead and talk to your blog. I’ll just sit over here in the corner and stare at the wall while you peck away at those keys and upload and download and pretend to write whatever it is you’re pretending to write.”
But, Abby —
“No, you go ahead. I realize that I can’t compete with Camp NaNoWriMo and computers and Kindles and iPads and any of the other junk that’s taken over my half of the bed these days.”
As if! Since when did you let me have half of the bed, Abby Dawg? I’m two inches away from sliding the rest of the way onto the floor now!
“Be sure ya take all your tek-no-lo-gee with ya when ya go, mom. This bed’s not big enough for you and me and Lucy Dawg and our toys and our blue knobby bones and alla your tekno-junk, too, ya know.”
Gee, I didn’t mean to crowd you, Abby Dawg. Here, I’ll just throw my “tekno-junk” into the floor to make room for your chew toys.
“Don’t be silly, mom. If you throw that stuff in the floor, Lucy Dawg and I will trip on it when we get up in the middle of the night to get into the snack bar while you’re asleep.”
Snack bar? Oh! You mean the waste paper basket.
“One woman’s waste is another woman’s tasty 3 a.m. snack.”
Ugh. I feel ill.
“Heh. I feel smug.”
I feel like —
Like it’s time to say goodnight, Abby Dawg.
“I don’t have to say it. You already did, mom.”
Already said what?
“Goodnight, Abby Dawg. Doh!”
Heh. Goodnight to you, Abby Dawg. And to you, too, out there wherever you are. Sweet dreams!