Tag: lobster costume

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Jack groaned. To his credit, he did try to be firm, but against those big, pleading green eyes, he never stood a chance. He didn’t quite believe the story about haircutting practice, but he didn’t try to get any more out of Gail.

“All right. But Gail, listen. Roxy’s going to get very itchy while her fur grows back. Remember a few years ago, when that big dog bit her?” They had been playing in the park at the time, with Roxy off the leash. The pug had run over to play with a hefty Airedale, who had gotten too rough and left a set of tooth marks on her rump. The vet had shaved a big patch of fur off, and poor Roxy had been left with an itchy bald spot for several weeks. “It’s going to be like that again. So you’re going to need to give her lots of back-scratches.”

“Son of a—-” Her eyes immediately went to her dad and her smile was nervous once again. “—butterball…” Mentally she was kicking herself but it was better than being grounded. Didn’t mean she couldn’t argue about it.

“But daaaad! Can’t she just roll on the floor and scratch her own da—dang back?”

This time, Jack managed to stay strict. “You did this to her, Gail. It’s your responsibility to make her feel better.” The way she kept watching her language hadn’t escaped him either. “That’s what being a grown-up is about.”

“Yeah yeah responsibility,” she sniffed, hating that word. Homework, saving the money from her allowance, paying off anything she used or paid for – life sucked sometimes and you just had to deal with it.

Not like she had anything better to do. “Fine..come on you little furball.” Taking hold of Roxy, she walked off with her and scratched her back. “Getting me in trouble..what’s wrong with you? This is your fault..” She sighed.

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“Can’t do it to Ulric since he lacks hair..” she mumbled as she turned her head to the side, crossing her arms over her chest. Had she foolishly thought she could get away with this? “It was practice in case I wanted to make a nice cut to my own hair – save some money instead of going to a salon. Plus now she’ll be less hot?”

Tilting her head up to give him apologetic eyes, she said, “Sorry?” Pity look pity look pity me.

Jack groaned. To his credit, he did try to be firm, but against those big, pleading green eyes, he never stood a chance. He didn’t quite believe the story about haircutting practice, but he didn’t try to get any more out of Gail.

“All right. But Gail, listen. Roxy’s going to get very itchy while her fur grows back. Remember a few years ago, when that big dog bit her?” They had been playing in the park at the time, with Roxy off the leash. The pug had run over to play with a hefty Airedale, who had gotten too rough and left a set of tooth marks on her rump. The vet had shaved a big patch of fur off, and poor Roxy had been left with an itchy bald spot for several weeks. “It’s going to be like that again. So you’re going to need to give her lots of back-scratches.”

“Son of a—-” Her eyes immediately went to her dad and her smile was nervous once again. “—butterball…” Mentally she was kicking herself but it was better than being grounded. Didn’t mean she couldn’t argue about it.

“But daaaad! Can’t she just roll on the floor and scratch her own da—dang back?”

This time, Jack managed to stay strict. “You did this to her, Gail. It’s your responsibility to make her feel better.” The way she kept watching her language hadn’t escaped him either. “That’s what being a grown-up is about.”

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She gulped again and tried to get Roxy out of his reach. “Nothing!” she laughed nervously, holding Roxy to her who tried to wiggle out of her grasp. “Just um..you know..Roxy likes it!”

Except that since the costume was too big for her, she wiggled out of her costume and trotted off where you could see the buzzcut.

“Oh shit..” Gail whispered, looking quite guilty as she winced.

Gail was very lucky that Jack hadn’t heard her swear like that. He was already angry enough when he saw what she’d done to Roxy. “Oh my god. Gail, what is this?” He scooped up the wriggly pug, trying to read the words cut in her fur. ” ‘Vlik’? ‘Wik’? Gail, what were you thinking? You’re old enough to know better than to do things like this to the dogs!” He considered. “Or to anyone!”

“Can’t do it to Ulric since he lacks hair..” she mumbled as she turned her head to the side, crossing her arms over her chest. Had she foolishly thought she could get away with this? “It was practice in case I wanted to make a nice cut to my own hair – save some money instead of going to a salon. Plus now she’ll be less hot?”

Tilting her head up to give him apologetic eyes, she said, “Sorry?” Pity look pity look pity me.

Jack groaned. To his credit, he did try to be firm, but against those big, pleading green eyes, he never stood a chance. He didn’t quite believe the story about haircutting practice, but he didn’t try to get any more out of Gail.

“All right. But Gail, listen. Roxy’s going to get very itchy while her fur grows back. Remember a few years ago, when that big dog bit her?” They had been playing in the park at the time, with Roxy off the leash. The pug had run over to play with a hefty Airedale, who had gotten too rough and left a set of tooth marks on her rump. The vet had shaved a big patch of fur off, and poor Roxy had been left with an itchy bald spot for several weeks. “It’s going to be like that again. So you’re going to need to give her lots of back-scratches.”

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“No dad!” she cried, moving to stop him as she placed her hands over his. “Uh..I mean..she likes it right? Let’s just..leave it on her.” She gave him a rather nervous smile, trying to get the clasp back on.

Jack, a soft touch as fathers went, often turned a blind eye to many of his daughter’s antics, but even he could tell when she was trying to hide something. “… Gail, what’s going on?” Very deliberately, he reached for the clasp again.

She gulped again and tried to get Roxy out of his reach. “Nothing!” she laughed nervously, holding Roxy to her who tried to wiggle out of her grasp. “Just um..you know..Roxy likes it!”

Except that since the costume was too big for her, she wiggled out of her costume and trotted off where you could see the buzzcut.

“Oh shit..” Gail whispered, looking quite guilty as she winced.

Gail was very lucky that Jack hadn’t heard her swear like that. He was already angry enough when he saw what she’d done to Roxy. “Oh my god. Gail, what is this?” He scooped up the wriggly pug, trying to read the words cut in her fur. “ ‘Vlik’? ‘Wik’? Gail, what were you thinking? You’re old enough to know better than to do things like this to the dogs!” He considered. “Or to anyone!”

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[Sighs, though he’s also trying not to laugh a little bit.] You know, I think she actually does. [Or at least, she doesn’t seem too upset about it.] Okay, she can wear it. One question, though – why a lobster?

-She couldn’t tell him she had actually made Roxy wear it because Gail had tried hiding her attempt at giving Roxy a fancy buzzcut to her skin that would read ‘Ulric sucks’ but had ended up coming out looking like ‘VliK’ instead before she quit. She laughed nervously- “Um…for summer! Take her to the beach..pretends she’s a crab…fits!”

Jack raised an eyebrow at that. “Hey now, that’s not very nice.” He reached down to give Roxy a comforting head-rub. “Tell you what, let’s take the costume off now. Save it for the summer.” He started to reach for the velcro clasp.

“No dad!” she cried, moving to stop him as she placed her hands over his. “Uh..I mean..she likes it right? Let’s just..leave it on her.” She gave him a rather nervous smile, trying to get the clasp back on.

Jack, a soft touch as fathers went, often turned a blind eye to many of his daughter’s antics, but even he could tell when she was trying to hide something. “… Gail, what’s going on?” Very deliberately, he reached for the clasp again.

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[In the future]

… Okay, who picked out Roxy’s costume?

“Gail did it!”

-mumbling- “Dang Squealer…” -louder- “It looks good on her and it’ll keep her warm, right? Plus Roxy likes it!”

[Sighs, though he’s also trying not to laugh a little bit.] You know, I think she actually does. [Or at least, she doesn’t seem too upset about it.] Okay, she can wear it. One question, though – why a lobster?

-She couldn’t tell him she had actually made Roxy wear it because Gail had tried hiding her attempt at giving Roxy a fancy buzzcut to her skin that would read ‘Ulric sucks’ but had ended up coming out looking like ‘VliK’ instead before she quit. She laughed nervously- “Um…for summer! Take her to the beach..pretends she’s a crab…fits!”

Jack raised an eyebrow at that. “Hey now, that’s not very nice.” He reached down to give Roxy a comforting head-rub. “Tell you what, let’s take the costume off now. Save it for the summer.” He started to reach for the velcro clasp.

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[In the future]

… Okay, who picked out Roxy’s costume?

“Gail did it!”

-mumbling- “Dang Squealer…” -louder- “It looks good on her and it’ll keep her warm, right? Plus Roxy likes it!”

[Sighs, though he’s also trying not to laugh a little bit.] You know, I think she actually does. [Or at least, she doesn’t seem too upset about it.] Okay, she can wear it. One question, though – why a lobster?