Elsa: I’m back in the Editor’s office for today’s post but want to first acknowledge the House Pony for stepping in for me last week while I recovered. Thanks, New Guy.
Wilson: Why you’re most welcome little one, I was happy to help out…
Elsa: Umm, let’s not mushy, Dude.
Wilson: Blimey, I was just going to…
Elsa: No need to wax on, let’s get cracking, shall we.
Wilson: Well, had I thought there was an option, I’d continue explaining…but clearly that’s a moot point. So…can you explain how Spring works here? Forgive me if I don’t think it’s been all that springy. Interesting, perhaps, but springy…that’s definitely up for dispute. Is this what Coloradans call ‘Springtime in the Rockies?’
Elsa: You’ll get used to it. While it may say spring on the calendar, that doesn’t stop Mother Nature from throwing a curveball our way. Heh, heh…notice how I snuck in a reference to the opening of baseball season? Man, I impress myself sometimes.
Wilson: Wait, I thought this was a hockey household?
Elsa: It is but I wanted everyone to know I’m not just a single dimension sports fan.
Wilson: Well I’m sufficiently impressed. Mum said the local baseball team was tied for first place before their debut but I gathered from her sarcastic tone, that wasn’t meant as any kind of compliment.
Elsa: Umm, yeah, you could say that. She pretty much gave up on those bozos years ago. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’ll break last year’s record number of losses this year. Looks like they’re well on their way.
Wilson: Oh dear, that doesn’t sound promising at all. Well, let’s get back to Mother Nature, shall we?
Elsa: Oh looky here, New Guy is sticking to a script. Way to go, dog breath. Let’s show what happened this week.
Wilson: Well I anticipated that you wanted me to keep things on track rolling in the right direction. I’m not just a pile of handsome fur, you know.
Elsa: Quite impressive, Pony {nodding affirmatively}. Well done.
Wilson: Blimey…was that a compliment? I’m never sure with you.
Elsa: Take the win, dude and keep on trucking.
Wilson: Trucking? But I thought Mum had a car not a truck. {excitedly} Oooh, oooh…does this mean we’re going to go someplace…I do rather enjoy car rides, given the opportunity. I so like riding in the car…
Elsa: {head shaking} You really are a literal moron. Ugh…do I have to explain everything to you?
Wilson: Well I tend to believe what you tell me. Shall I start to suspect you’re less than honest?
Elsa: Oh brother…I can’t. I just can’t. You’re making this job harder than I have the bandwidth for.
Wilson: I’m never sure just how to take you. You’re always surprising me. I just never know which direction you’re going. Sigh.
Elsa: Forget it, Dude. Just roll with it, ok and we’ll get along just fine. By the way, I’ve noticed how you’re always willing to let Mom dress you up which takes the pressure off me. Whew. I really hate those stupid hats. When you’re a Ninja, you don’t wear bunny ears. I mean…I’ve got street cred to protect.
Wilson: Oh no? Well I have it on good authority, you didn’t seem to mind too much. I’m never quite sure what to do myself. I mean I’m trying hard to learn various commands and make Mum happy but nobody told me I had to do them with ears or hats on. Is this the usual routine? I want to do what’s expected.
Elsa: Umm, you probably don’t want to ask me what’s right-I like breaking the rules. As a Ninja-you can never be completely sure what I’ll do. {lowering her voice} Although I could have a whole load of fun misdirecting this lummox.
Wilson: Pardon me, I didn’t quite catch all of that?
Elsa: Oh nothing, don’t mind me. I’m just glad you’re game for the weird stuff she’s gonna make you do. You don’t seem to mind looking ridiculous, so I’m happy to share that job responsibility.
Wilson: Well, she does provide me tasty treats when I do it so, I say…sign me up. I’m always up for treats.
Elsa: Good grief, Charlie Brown…you really are simple minded, aren’t you?
Wilson: Hmm, seems you have trouble remembering my name. Once again and for the record, my name is Wilson. For someone who’s supposed to be so clever, you have a hard time remembering names and faces don’t you. I mean, it shouldn’t be so hard to remember…
Elsa: {head shaking/eyes rolling} Dude, you wear me out sometimes. So…it’s Easter this weekend. What are your plans?
Wilson: Well Mum keeps putting a basket of eggs next to me, I’m not sure what do with them. One of our neighbors is having an Easter egg hunt for little people. You think he’ll let me search for eggs? I jolly well think I like the taste of eggs…
Elsa: {interrupting} Fuhgeddaboutit…not happening. Besides the kids would think you’re a pony and would want to ride you. You’re better off staying with us, chillaxin. I’m sure Mom will have a treat or three for us. Maybe even bust out the snuffle mat. Oooh, oooh…that’d be completely cool. I’m loving that thing.
Wilson: There’ll be treats? Count me in. However you celebrate, we hope you have a wonderful Easter holiday and are able to enjoy your own slices of springtime.
Live, love, bark! 🐾