Wanna go walkies? Huh, do ya? Walkies? Go outside! That’s right, walkies! C’mon, outside!
Walkies!
OOH! Walkies! I love walkies! Woo-HOOOOO!! I’m gonna go for WALKIES!
Life is so freakin good right now.
Well c’mon, what are you waiting for, you said we were gonna go walkies so let’s go walkies I wanna go for walkies right now so are we going for walkies or not I still waiting on you why are you taking so long I wanna go for WALKIES!
Can we go by the park? The park? Can we can we CAN WE??
Walkies? I’m far too aloof to go walkies. Wait, is that a fake mouse on a string? Is it, is it, is it? Oooh, I smell catnip!! Let me get back behind the sofa so I can stalk and kill that toy mouse.
Walkies? I’m far too aloof to go walkies. Wait, is that a fake mouse on a string? Is it, is it, is it? Oooh, I smell catnip!! Let me get back behind the sofa, I am SOO going to stalk and kill that mouse!
Carpenter: “Sir … sir … Mr Salad … sir, I’ve come direct from the Commander of Land, Sea and Air Forces … There’s a pretty dangerous situation, sir. Mr Neutron… is missing. The General says you’re the only one who’ll know where to find him … What’s he say?”
Trapper: “He wants to go walkies.”
Carpenter: “Walkies?”
Trapper: “Yeah, he’s right into it today - d’you mind taking him for walkies?”
Voice Over: “While Carpenter took the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had for walkies, events in the world’s capitals were moving fast!”
No.
Wolves don’t go for “walkies”. We prefer that you start running, and we chase you. How about it?
Walkies is okay, yeah, walkies…but then can we go for a ride in the truck???
Walkies? Does that mean the same as “outside”? Yip yip yipeeee! I’ll start chewing on the leash and pee on the floor right now so that I don’t have to be distracted with such a task when I’m outside. There…that looks like a proper slobber-covered leash and puddle-covered floor. Now let’s goooooooooo!!!
-L
<disdainful look>
“Walkies”?
<pause>
That’s so déclassé.
<turns head, nose in air, and carefully wraps tail around front paws>
Can I lick my balls first?
Ohboy, ohboy ohboy, we’re gonna go out. Are we gonna go out? Where’s the leash? Do you have the leash? THE LEASH! Can we go right now? Are we gonna go? You said walkies, I’m gonna go out…Since you docked my tail I’ll just wag my entire butt at you…The door’s open! Let’s go! WALKIES!!!
Okay! All right, then. Walkies! We’re going! Here we go!
(MrVisible reaches for the leashes, kept on top of the shelf near the door…)
Oops, forgot my keys. I’ll be right back. Stay here, okay? Stay!
You’re going that way? Where are you going? What about… the leashes are RIGHT THERE! No walkies?
I swear to God, I’m going to chew this shoe.
Hey the door’s over here…
/sniff/ Yup that’s the door we go out of…oooh I can smell the breeze…where’d ya go? Where’d ya go?
/sniff/ /whine-whimper/
/SIGH/ /lying down in front of the door with a dejected look/
Is he going into the room where the leashes are? He is!
::happycircledancehappycircledance::
crash! Opps. That was the bookshelves. Oh well. walkies!
::happycircledancehappycircledance::
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crash. Opps. Oh, well, the table looks better over there anyway
::happycircledancehappycircledance::
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shatter. Hey, they shouldn’t leave stuff where my tail can knock it over anyway.
::happycircledancehappycircledance::
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Oh no, I have to be first out the door. Not my packmates. I have to be first. I don’t care that only one of us will fit through the door at a time. I can vault over my packmates…
(walkies are very tramatic in our household)
Did he say walkies? I don’t know if he did. Let me listen again.
“Hey, LNO! It looks like the pitcher is about to … BALK.”
That really sounds like walk. Waitasec. He’s looking at me strangely. I don’t know what to do!
“I know! Let’s go write on the sidewalk with some … CHALK.”
What’s going on?! I thought this … wait … is this walkies? It sounds like walkies but it’s not walkies.
“Or maybe we should just sit around here, just the two of us, and … TALK.”
Whimper.
“Hey, who was that guy who developed a polio vaccine? That’s right! Jonas … SALK.”
I’m gonna bite his face off, I swear I am.
Ugh, why did I open this thread after lunch.
That sandwich cost me $7.50. What a waste.
I’m scared…