Two girls and a dog
[For the snuggle meme. For ticktabby]
“Westley is so adorable. Look at that face. It’s so cute.”
“And the hair! Sexy hair.”
Terry bit off another piece of her twizzler and nodded approvingly. She and Tabby were having a movie night, hanging out, eating junk food, and watching The Princess Bride for what was easily the hundredth time for both of them.
“Don’t cry, Buttercup,” Tabby said to the television, waving a popcorn-filled hand. “He’s not really dead! He’s just the Dread Pirate Roberts.”
“You know, Buttercup never brings that up again. Theoretically, he would have had to kill every person he’d ever met as Roberts, and she never cares. She never gets mad at him for being a mass murderer or anything.”
Tabby glared at her friend. “Oh Terry, shush. You’re not supposed to think of things like that! Just pay attention to how much he’ll go to to get her back. Besides, maybe he let them all go, or they’re hiding on his ship or something.”
Terry smiled. “We’ll go with that. They’re having a big prisoner slumber party.”
“With teddy bears!”
They both giggled. Tripod looked up from his spot on the floor and whined a little at the girls.
“He knows I don’t let him up on the couch when company is over,” Terry explained. Then to Tripod, “I had to lint brush this whole couch before Tabby got here, you’re not coming up.”
Tripod whined again in response.
“Oh Terry, you made him sad!”
“He’s being a baby. He knows better. He just wants to see if he can get away with it.”
Tabby made a pouty face. “Poor doggy. All alone on the hard ground while we’re on the comfy couch. Not fair.”
Terry rolled her eyes. “He’s using his cute powers on you.”
“So cute!”
Terry sighed. Loudly. “Fiiine. Alright Tripod, come on up.”
The dog barked happily and jumped up between the two girls, settling himself down with his head in Tabby’s lap and his tail thwacking Terry’s chest. Tabby rubbed his neck, making his collar jingle.
“What a good boy! You’re such a good dog. Cute little doggy who can sit on the couch and cuddle with me,” Tabby cooed.
Terry patted the dog on the back, and he panted contentedly. She shifted a little so she was leaning on Tripod, making it look like the three had been in a game of dominoes and Tabby had refused to fall over.
“At this rate he’s going to like you more than he likes John,” Terry said, watching Tripod close his eyes as Tabby scratched his ears.
“Of course he likes John. Awesome John is awesome!”
“Awesome John is his favorite person in the world.”
"No way!” Tabby said. She was now rubbing the dog’s belly. “You’re his favorite!”
“Trust me. Second favorite. John is his favorite person ever. And I have no idea why.” Terry smiled and bit off another piece of twizzler.
“Because he’s awesome,” Tabby explained. “And so are you, mah Terry. And so is your doggy.”
“So much awesome in one room, including you. It’s overwhelming.”
“Yah!”
Buttercup started yelling at the man in black, and the girls shut up for a few minutes to watch the movie. It wouldn’t take long before they started yammering away at some inane part of the plot. But there they were. Three awesome people (well, two awesome people and an awesome dog) cuddling on the couch, eating junk food, and watching Westley get pushed down a hill. Perfect.
“Westley is so adorable. Look at that face. It’s so cute.”
“And the hair! Sexy hair.”
Terry bit off another piece of her twizzler and nodded approvingly. She and Tabby were having a movie night, hanging out, eating junk food, and watching The Princess Bride for what was easily the hundredth time for both of them.
“Don’t cry, Buttercup,” Tabby said to the television, waving a popcorn-filled hand. “He’s not really dead! He’s just the Dread Pirate Roberts.”
“You know, Buttercup never brings that up again. Theoretically, he would have had to kill every person he’d ever met as Roberts, and she never cares. She never gets mad at him for being a mass murderer or anything.”
Tabby glared at her friend. “Oh Terry, shush. You’re not supposed to think of things like that! Just pay attention to how much he’ll go to to get her back. Besides, maybe he let them all go, or they’re hiding on his ship or something.”
Terry smiled. “We’ll go with that. They’re having a big prisoner slumber party.”
“With teddy bears!”
They both giggled. Tripod looked up from his spot on the floor and whined a little at the girls.
“He knows I don’t let him up on the couch when company is over,” Terry explained. Then to Tripod, “I had to lint brush this whole couch before Tabby got here, you’re not coming up.”
Tripod whined again in response.
“Oh Terry, you made him sad!”
“He’s being a baby. He knows better. He just wants to see if he can get away with it.”
Tabby made a pouty face. “Poor doggy. All alone on the hard ground while we’re on the comfy couch. Not fair.”
Terry rolled her eyes. “He’s using his cute powers on you.”
“So cute!”
Terry sighed. Loudly. “Fiiine. Alright Tripod, come on up.”
The dog barked happily and jumped up between the two girls, settling himself down with his head in Tabby’s lap and his tail thwacking Terry’s chest. Tabby rubbed his neck, making his collar jingle.
“What a good boy! You’re such a good dog. Cute little doggy who can sit on the couch and cuddle with me,” Tabby cooed.
Terry patted the dog on the back, and he panted contentedly. She shifted a little so she was leaning on Tripod, making it look like the three had been in a game of dominoes and Tabby had refused to fall over.
“At this rate he’s going to like you more than he likes John,” Terry said, watching Tripod close his eyes as Tabby scratched his ears.
“Of course he likes John. Awesome John is awesome!”
“Awesome John is his favorite person in the world.”
"No way!” Tabby said. She was now rubbing the dog’s belly. “You’re his favorite!”
“Trust me. Second favorite. John is his favorite person ever. And I have no idea why.” Terry smiled and bit off another piece of twizzler.
“Because he’s awesome,” Tabby explained. “And so are you, mah Terry. And so is your doggy.”
“So much awesome in one room, including you. It’s overwhelming.”
“Yah!”
Buttercup started yelling at the man in black, and the girls shut up for a few minutes to watch the movie. It wouldn’t take long before they started yammering away at some inane part of the plot. But there they were. Three awesome people (well, two awesome people and an awesome dog) cuddling on the couch, eating junk food, and watching Westley get pushed down a hill. Perfect.