Mama's Girls

Comfort: You know how you keep trying to explain to Mom that you’re a dog and not a person?

Duchess: Yes.

Comfort: Well, it's not working.

Duchess: What makes you say that?

Comfort: Mom just put a shirt on me. A SHIRT! And if that's not bad enough, the shirt has MY NAME on it! MY NAME! LOOK!
Duchess: Oh yes, that is bad.

Comfort: Hey, maybe I can rub the shirt off...on the drapes?

Duchess: I think not.

Comfort: This isn’t fair! Where’s your shirt?

Duchess: You must be joking. I would never wear a shirt. I am a dog with dignity. I would sooner tear our mother’s hands off with my teeth than wear a shirt like that – especially with my name on it – nothing says “mama’s girl” like a shirt with your name sewn onto it! How embarrassing!

Two hours later...

Comfort: At least my shirt isn't pink - you look like a hippopotamus.

Duchess: What did you just say?

Comfort: Nothing.

Duchess: That's what I thought.

Comfort: Sigh.

Duchess: Sigh.