wellthatsjustgreat:

Me: …

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: You were gone for a long time, Daddy.

Me: No, actually just 12 hours. No longer than most days.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: But you got us up at a weird time.

Me: That’s true. Was running a marathon, remember?

Ducky: Oh, yeah.

Me: …

Ducky: The penguin started it. I had to finish it.

Me: I don’t think so, Ducky. And that penguin was a gift.

Ducky: Thank you.

Me: Not for YOU, Ducky. For me.

Ducky: Oh.

Me: This was willful insubordination and destruction of property.

Ducky: You’ve been in Human Resources too long.

Me: …

Ducky: I lov…

Me: Why do you destroy that which I love?

Ducky: If this was a novel I would be but an extension of your subconscious. I’m not destroying that which you love. YOU are. THROUGH me.

Me: …

Ducky: Ok. The googly eyes freaked me out and once I started it was oh so destructible.

Me: At least that’s the truth.

Ducky: I’m going to be locked up whenever you leave from now on aren’t I?

Me: Until I forget to keep doing it.

Ducky: Oh, good. You forget a lot these days.

Me: …

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

Me: *sigh* I love you Ducky.

Ag

hoarr:

sashayed:

Yesterday’s new Ducky post at wellthatsjustducky:

Ducky: What’s wrong, Daddy?

Me: Oh, just thinking.

Ducky: Looks like it hurts.

Me: Sometimes it does.

Ducky: What are you thinking about?

Me: Why I’m here.

Ducky: Because I’m here. And there’s no carpet in the kitchen.

Me: I don’t mean the living room.

Ducky: …

Me: I used to think I knew what I was good at; what I was supposed to be doing with my life.

Ducky: I assume this period of keen self-awareness was before you found me?

Me: …

Ducky: Because I can’t remember you ever being…

Me: Fine. Maybe I wasn’t sure of my purpose. But I was more confident than I am now that I was at least moving in the right direction. Now, I don’t know.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: Because I’m here.

Me: What?

Ducky: You’re my Dad. That’s why you’re here.

Me: …

Ducky: And for the Lady. And to a lesser extent that cat.

Me: That’s not what I mean.

Ducky: Maybe it should be.

Me: …

Ducky: I know I’m happier when you’re around. Not every doggie has that. 

Me: …

Ducky: And you’re happier when we’re around. Not every daddy has that. 

Me: No. And I haven’t always had that.

Ducky: No. But you have it now.

Me: …

Ducky: Sorry that you don’t know exactly where you’re going. But when you take me for a ride in the car, I never know exactly where we’re going either.

Me: But you’re still always happy.

Ducky: Yup. Because when I get there, I’ll be with you.

Me: …

Ducky: I love you, Ducky.

Me: I love you, Daddy.

Ag

wellthatsjustducky:

Ducky: You seem tense.

Me: …

Ducky: Tough day at…

Me: You bit me!

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: Doesn’t sound like me.

Me: You bit my foot!

Ducky: Witnesses?

Me: The Lady saw you do it.

Ducky: Did she see me do it, or did she just hear you scream and says she saw me do it?

Me: …

Ducky: Perhaps SHE did it!

Me: You did it.

Ducky: Did what?

Me: You bit my foot!

Ducky: Possibly. But why bring it up now after all these years?

Me: Seconds.

Ducky: Really? Seemed longer. But dogs have no sense of …

Me: Never bite me again!

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: You talking to me or the Lady?

Me: …

Ducky: I guess that would be me.

Me: …

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: On an unrelated note, did you ever notice that your foot in a sock looks a lot like a fuzzy?

Me: …

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Last Sunday’s New Post on

wellthatsjustducky:

Me: You okay under there?

Ducky: She seemed upset.

Me: That is a work shoe for her. 

Ducky: Expensive?

Me: Uh huh.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: I’d given it a test nibble a few days ago.  Doesn’t she know our agreement?

Me: I explained. I don’t think she believes me.

Ducky: What? I test nibble things, if you don’t move the things or tell me no within a few days it’s fair game for chewies.

Me: Yeah. I explained that. I think she thinks I’m crazy.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: You want to come under here?

Me: …

Ducky: …

Me: Yes.

Ag

Not sure why you would think that…let’s see…

Ah! I clicked like on your page on an image. Apparently that young lady is cosplaying as a Homestuck character on her webcam. So either I was indicating that I like Homestuck…

or cute young women with shortish hair…

Gosh. I wonder which one it was…

Ag

April Photo BoChallenge

Day 5: Boots

#bochallenge

Ag

This past Sunday’s new Ducky post!

Remember that there is a new Ducky post at wellthatsjustducky every Sunday at 7:00 PM EDT! (Well, approximately that time. Stupid tumblr queue feature)

Ducky: The Lady is a little strange.

Me: How so?

Ducky: Why would she keeps toys for me in a bag? Just makes them harder to get out.

Me: It’s called a purse, and why would you think there were toys for you in it?

Ducky: Because it didn’t smell like my food?

Me: Why would you think there was anything for you in it?

Ducky: She left it in my room.

Me: …

Ducky: Our room.

Me: …

Ducky: Your room?

Me: In which you allowed to reside when I am out.

Ducky: Exactly! And I knew it wasn’t yours so it must have been left for me.

Me: No chance it was hers and she just left it there trusting that it would be safe upon her return?

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: Doesn’t sound like a sound plan. Is she stupid?

Me: No. Maybe she trusted you.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: Stupid/Trusted that I wouldn’t go through a bag that she left on the floor. Po-tay-toe/Po-tah-toe.

Me: …

Ducky: It took a lot to get the juice out of that thing.

Me: It’s a contact lens case.

Ducky: What does she do with a contact lens?

Me: Puts it in her eye.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: Seems stupid.

Me: …

Ducky: I needed that juice. That other plastic thing I ate was all fuzzy on the inside. 

Me: Yeah. The contact lens case was probably the most expensive thing you destroyed, but that…thing is probably the more…bothersome.

Ducky: Why? What was it?

Me: Well, the brand is called Tampax.

Ducky: K. Does she put Tampax in her eye too?

Me: No.

Ducky: Well then where does…

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: I love you, Daddy. What?

Ag

Rewind Sunday: From March 2011

New Ducky post today at Well That’s Just Ducky!

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Ducky: Daddy?

Me: Yeah, Duck?

Ducky: You, OK?

Me: Meh. A little down. No big deal.

Ducky: Why?

Me: Oh. I’ve just had a lot of reminders lately of mistakes I’ve made, opportunities I’ve let slip by, bad things I’ve done….

Ducky: Like pooping in the house?

Me: Not literally, no, but the human equivalent.

Ducky: Oh. And that makes you sad?

Me: Right now it does. Right now it makes me feel like I don’t deserve happiness.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: You don’t play with me enough, Daddy.

Me: …

Ducky: And sometimes you stay out too late and leave me alone a long time.

Me: Really, Duck?

Ducky: And you don’t pet me anywhere near as much as you used to. When your friends come over they pay much more attention to me than you do.

Me: Are dogs familiar with the concept of “jumping on the pile,” Ducky?  

Ducky: Oh, and I hate those baths.

Me: Do you have a point, dog?

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

Me: …

Ducky: You’re not perfect, but you’re not supposed to be. You’re just supposed to be my Daddy. And you’re great at that.

Me: …

Ducky: And I’ve seen other people who seem to like you and love you even though you think you’re not so great all the time. The Mama still loves you. And those new people who pet me all the time seem to like you just the way you are.

Me: …

Ducky: Am I perfect, Daddy?

Me: Far from it.

Ducky: Does it make you love me less?

Me: …no. Not at all.

Ducky: And those things that you did don’t make your friends or me love you any less.

Me: No?

Ducky: Nope. And I’m a dog so I’m seven times smarter than you so you should listen to me.

Me: I don’t think that’s how it works. I think that’s just with age.

Ducky: Another foolish mistake on your part. But I forgive you and love you, Daddy.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: But a little more petting wouldn’t hurt.

Me: Fair enough.

Ag

Ducky: I love you, Daddy. 

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