Iggy and Muppet and Muppet.

“Hi Muppet the Fake Poodle!”
 

Stop!
 

“Muppet the Fake Poodle!”
 

Quit it!
 

“Muppet the Fake Poodle!”
 

Cut it out!  I hate that name!  And I’m not a poodle!
 

“You sure?  Look at you!  You could be anything!  Schnauzer, cat, ferret – there’s everything else, there might be some poodle in there too!”
 

There’s not!  
 

“How do you know?”
 

‘Cause poodles are pretty, okay?  Go away!
 

“Oh.”
 

Hmmph.
 

“Muppet?”
 

Leave me alone.
 

“Um… here.  In case you want to chew anything while you’re under there.”

 


 

Oh, great.
 

“What?”
 

A Muppet, Iggy?  Really?
 

“Oh.  Well, yeah.  It’s a Muppet.  It’s my Kermit.”
 

Very funny.
 

“I have an Animal too, and a Miss Piggy.”
 

I get it, Muppet chewing a Muppet, right?
 

“Well, no.”

 

What, then?

 

“I dunno.  They’re just fun and cute.”  
 

They are?


“Yeah.  Muppets are my favorite things in the whole world.”

 

Oh.

 

“But it’s okay if you want to chew it.  Um… yeah.  It’s here if you want it.”

 

 

 

 

In which I scar my dog for life.

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Hi, Iggy. What are you doing?

“Chewing on Kermit.”

That’s practically cannibalism, you know.

“What’s cannibalism?”

Eating your own.

“Eewwww. Disgusting! But I’m not a Muppet.”

You sure?

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“AAAAGGGHHH!”

Yeah, it was mean. Serves him right for eating my wallet.