Conversation with Simon and his Mommie!

Though Simon doesn't talk with his mouth like the humans do.  He does talk by his actions, his head movements, and his eyes.  He's got plenty to say without verbally saying it. Recently Simon and I had a conversation about his toy box, well his and Cody's toy box.  This is how it went:

Me:  Simon why do feel the need to move the toy box to the middle of the living room entry way?

Simon:  I rummage through it and where I end up after rummaging through it is were I end up.

Me:  Yeah, explain to me why you suddenly rummage through the toy box every day?  Are you looking for something?

Simon:  I'm looking for a rawhide that you might have hidden in my toy box.  Oh I remember the days when Cody's leftover rawhides were magically hidden in the toy box.  How come that doesn't happen anymore?

Me:  Because mommie got smarter and now I let Cody eat his leftovers the next day!  After all it was originally Cody's rawhide.

Simon:  I'm not fond of that answer!

Me:  Back to the toy box...Stop moving it!  Stop tipping it over!

Simon:  Oh mom, you're no fun!  I can't go cow tipping even though we live in Texas so tipping my toy box over is the next best thing! 

Me:  Oh geez, now you think you're a mini-Cowboy!  I thought you were a Rottweiler?

Simon:  I'm everything!  A Cowboy, a Rottweiler trapped in a rough and tough pug body!

Me:  Are you going to leave the toy box in the spot it's supposed to be?

Simon:  Maybe, I can't make promises!  Sometimes I need freedom to express myself! 

Me:  Trust me, you express yourself plenty!  The toy box needs to stay out of the way of the entry path and it needs to stay upright.  Thank you in advance Boo-Boo!

Simon:  Oh that reminds me can we now talk about the fact that you keep drying me off with a PINK towel after my bath.  What is up with that?  I'm a BOY!  I don't do PINK!

Me:  Oh Boo-Boo....man up! Leave the toy box alone and enjoy the cozy pink towel!

Simon: (he scoffs)