Month July 2014

The solitary schnauzer.

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“Lemme out.”

Give me a second, Iggy, I just walked in. I’ll let you out once I put down my keys and —

“Lemme out! I’ve been locked in the kitchen for days!”

Hours.

“At least a week!”

Two hours. Almost.

“Almost a month!”

Actually, a bit over an hour and a half.

“It was terrible!”

How could it be terrible? Look at all you have to play with!

“Where?”

In the corner.

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“Oh… um… I missed that.”

How could you miss that?

“Busy.”

Doing what?

“Um… I forget?”

Wait a minute —

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Aw, come on, Iggy. Seriously?!

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“What! You were gone for months!”

A bit more than 90 minutes!

“90 minutes is a whole year! Now pet me, dammit. You owe me.”

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Iggy logic.

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Okay, what’s wrong now, Iggy?

“I don’t see why I need a leash when I’m outside.”

Remember what happened last time you were off your leash?

“Nothing happened! It was fine!”

You ran off down the street.

“What? I was gonna come back.”

Then around the corner.

“So what?”

Onto a woman’s property.

“Better than running into the street, isn’t it?”

You pooped on her lawn, Iggy.

“I had to poop, and that was as good a territory to claim as any.”

While she was sitting on her front porch looking right at you.

“Good for her for getting outside. You should do that more.”

Then you ran up onto her porch —

“To say hi and thanks for letting me claim her lawn as my own.”

— and jumped in her lap.

“Well, I was very grateful. I really had to poop.”

It wasn’t your lawn!

“It is now! Relax, it’s okay. She can come here and poop on our lawn.”

No she can’t!

“Well, that’s not very nice of you. After I pooped on her lawn.”

You’re staying on the leash, Iggy.

“You’re no fun.”

Car ride? Car ride.

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“Hi. Car ride please?”

Okay, Iggy. Come on, we’ll go for a ride.

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“Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Car ride! Car ride! Car ride!”

That’s right! Who’s a happy Iggy?

“ME ME ME! I’M A HAPPY IGGY! Wanna stick my head out the window! Wanna feel the wind in my fur! Wanna bark at… um… I don’t know! I can’t choose! WANNA BARK AT THE WHOLE WORLD! HAPPY IGGY!”

Good boy! Are you ready?

“YES! I’M READY! CAR RIDE! HAPPY IGGY! HAPPY IGGY!!!”

Okay, let me roll down the window a little for you –

“Ha! No, I just want to blow my nose in your hair, then I’m gonna lick the side of your head for half an hour.”

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Oh, yuck.

“I’M GONNA LICK THE SKIN OFF MY HUMAN’S SKULL!!! HAPPY IGGY!!!“

Haiku explorations.

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Cats
by Iggy

O! Cat — you’re no fun.
May I please lick your back? No!
Cat — you are no fun.

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That was very… interesting, Iggy.

“I have another one!”

Uh oh —

Dogs
by Iggy

Dogs. They’re better than
cats. Dogs are fun and nice too
I can lick dogs’ backs.

Great. Now can we —

“Wait, I’ve got more!”

Cat, You Really Suck
by Iggy

Cat, you really suck.
I mean it — you really suck.
You really suck, cat.

Now, Iggy —

Hey, I’ve got one! There once was a dog from Nantucket —

Stop it, Elwood.

Clearly this was a bad idea.

Iggy shows a surprising side.

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Hey human.

Hi, Elwood.

Remember my jingly mouse?

The one you lost?

Yeah, right, lost. Sure.

What? You were always smacking that thing all over the place. It’s probably under the fridge or something.

Nope, I found it. Go look in the schnauzer’s crate.

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Elwood, you smacked it into Iggy’s crate?

Like hell I did. I don’t play anywhere near the schnauzer.

Then how –

He took it.

He has a million dog toys. Why would he want your jingly mouse?

Why indeed, human. Why indeed.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Oh, nothing. Just tell the schnauzer the cats want their perch back.

What the –

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Iggy! What are you doing up there?

“AAGGH! WHAT! NOTHING! THERE WAS A… THING! UP HERE!”

What thing?

“Um… INTRUDER? I’M A GUARD DOG! I’M GUARDING! WOOF!”

An intruder on the cat perch?

“GUARD DOG! WOOF… woof?”

Iggy?

“Woof… ALL RIGHT! SOMETIMES I LIKE DOING CAT THINGS!”

Oh. Well. Hmm.

“THERE! I SAID IT! HAPPY NOW?”

Aw, Iggy –

“I’m so ashamed!”

Ha ha! Way to let your freak flag fly, schnauzer!

Stop it, Elwood. Iggy, can you come down from there —

Or do we need to call the fire department to rescue you? Ha ha!

Stop it, Elwood. Iggy, do you want to come down and we’ll talk? It’s okay, we still love you.

Who is this ‘we’ of which you speak, human?

Stop it, Elwood. Readers, we’re going to have to take the rest of this conversation offline while Iggy works through some issues.

‘Issues’? He’s got a whole subscription!

Stop it, Elwood.

Iggy, the easily influenced.

Karen 4 Comments

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“Karen!  It’s not what you think!”

Relax, Iggy.

“It’s completely innocent!”

I know that.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!”

It wasn’t in the gutter, Iggy.  What are you even talking —

“Why shouldn’t I be here?”

What?

“Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t keep a man!  Maybe if you weren’t whoring your way around the whole trailer park –“

Whoa, Iggy, where is this even coming from?

“No good?”

Of course not!

“But you walked in, and I’m on the bed with your husband.  I’m supposed to say stuff like that.”

No, you aren’t supposed to say —

“So step off, ’cause he’s mine now!”

Cut it out.  Where did you learn this?

“When you’re at work I watch TV, and there’s a show about a Spaniel.”

A Spaniel?

“Yeah, a Springer Spaniel, and he –“

Named Jerry, by any chance?

“You’ve seen it!  Isn’t it great?”

No more TV for you.

“Aaaww!  Wait!  I won’t watch that show anymore!”

Promise?

“Promise!”

Okay.

“There’s always Honey Boo Boo.  She has good snacks.”

 I… I can’t even.

Monday musings.

Karen 8 Comments

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Hi, Iggy. What are you thinking about?

“Oh, you know, nothing much.  Just the Goldbach Conjecture.”

The what?

“They haven’t proved it, you know.”

You’re thinking about the Goldbach Conjecture?  Seriously?

“Ha!  No, just kidding.”

Good lord, here I thought my dog was ruminating on unsolved mathematical problems.

“Nope, just bacon.  But I’ll bet you’re gonna get a bunch of comments now from people who want to discuss the Goldbach Conjecture.”

Uh oh.  I hope not.

“You didn’t think this through, did you?”

No.  No, I didn’t.

“That’s okay, I never think things through.  Works for me.  I’m gonna go lick the cat’s back now.”

Whoa, no you’re not!

“It’s okay, he’ll like it this time, I bet.”

Ugh.

Looking forward to a relaxing Sunday.

Karen 9 Comments

Hi, everyone! Karen here. There won’t be a lot going on with The Iggy Dialogues today — Iggy’s dozing quietly, and I plan to spend the day on the couch with a book.
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The funny thing is the lock screen on my Kindle is advertising the book I was planning to read today — Raising Steam by Terry Pratchett. I love the Discworld novels. I think my favorite —

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“HEY KAREN!!!”

AAAGGHHH! Okay, that was terrifying. What, Iggy?

“I’ve been thinking about how to leverage the blog!”

What are you talking about?

“You know, monetize, synergize and… um… stuff.”

Okay.

“We can sell Iggy’s Wonder Treats!”

Treats?

“Yeah! And we’ll make a fortune, because our treats will have the best flavor in the whole universe!”

And what flavor would that be?

“Motorcycle boot!”
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Iggy?

“Yeah?”

Go lay down.

See, this is why we don’t compliment Iggy.

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“Hey, Karen! Do you read The Indecisive Eejit?”

I do. She’s got a fun perspective on things. And I see she said some very kind things about you today, didn’t she — wait, where are you going?

“Looking for the neighbor’s Chihuahua!”

Uh oh —

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“Hey Chihuahua! You hear that?! The Indecisive Eejit says I’m witty and funny!”

Yip yip yip yip!

“What’d you say, Chihuahua?”

Yip yip yip yip!

Iggy, what did I tell you about teasing other dogs?

“But he’s not a dog, he’s a Chihuahua! He’s just a pocket-sized piss dispenser!”

Iggy —

“Hey Chihuahua! You know what ‘Chihuahua’ is Spanish for? Chipmunk!”

Iggy, I don’t think that’s what it means —

Yip yip yip yip!

“Aw, look, the chipmunk is trying to bark!”

Yip yip yip yip!

“You know what? That’s really more like a squeak.”

Iggy —

“He’s all squeaky! Hey, neighbor lady, you might wanna oil your chipmunk!”

Okay, we’re going inside now.

“Witty and funny!”

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Thank you very much to The Indecisive Eejit. If you’re here because she sent you —

“HI READER PEOPLE! HI HI HI HI HI!! I’M WITTY AND FUNNY!”

— then welcome, thank you for stopping by —

“WITTY AND FUNNY!!!”

— and sorry about the noise.

M.C. Iggy back on the mic — so, you know, yo. Or something.

Karen 4 Comments

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Yo, cone of shame sucka, chewing on your stitches

M.C. Iggy’s in the waiting room sniffing all your bitchez —

Iggy, what’s going on?

“I got gold bling! And I got shot!”

Okay, whoa, hang on there, pup. You didn’t get shot, you got your shots. And that’s just an orange rabies vaccination tag.

“I’m gangsta!”

You’re schnauza.

“Gangsta!”

You sure?

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“What! It took two of ’em to hold me back! I’m gangsta!”

Okay, Iggy, you’re gangsta.

“Thank you.”

Do you want your Shamrock McSqueakybear now?

“Yes, please.”

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Good boy.

“Gangsta.”

Okay.