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    “God Tina what’s your problem??” Bette finally asked.

     

    “Nothing.” Tina said putting another piece of pancake in her mouth, “This is great.” She said looking at Bette.

     

    “We’ll talk about it later, when Grove isn’t around, I don’t want to hurt his feelings.” Bette said.

     

    “God Bette he’s a dog! It doesn’t understand!”

     

    “You did not just referred to him as an ‘it’ right now.” Bette said shaking her head. “Tina of course HE understands! Have you noticed how he won’t come to you? The friendliest dog in the world Tina, and he doesn’t come near you. He knows you hate him.”

     

    “I don’t hate him. I’m sorry I don’t throw myself at him like you! I’m sorry a big black block of fur doesn’t get me off!”

     

    “Tina, can we talk in the bedroom?” Bette asked coolly.

     

    “Fine!” Tina said walking to the bedroom, as she walked she heard Bette saying, “She didn’t mean it little guy.”

     

    “Little my ass” Tina mumbled sitting on the bed.

     

    Bette walked in the room, “Where’s your shadow?” Tina asked.

     

    “Playing with Angie.” Bette responded sitting next to Tina, Tina was looking at her hands. Bette reached her hand, lifting Tina’s chin making Tina look at her.

     

    “Hi,” Bette gently said, “What’s going on?”

     

    “Nothing, it’s just… we were suppose to take the day off yesterday so we can spend time together and you fussed around the dog.” Tina said.

     

    “Are you jealous of Grove?” Bette asked amused. “Babe, it’s Saturday, we can have time together.” Bette continued, caressing Tina’s cheek.

     

    “I’m scared of dogs.” Tina whispered, it was so faint Bette almost didn’t hear.

     

    “What babe?” Bette was shocked.

     

    “I’m scared of dogs.” Tina repeated.

     

    “Why didn’t you tell me?” Bette asked, kneeling in front of Tina.

     

    “I figured I can handle a small dog, and then you walked in with Godzilla over there, I didn’t expect that… beast!”

     

    “Grover.” Bette corrected.

     

    “Grover, and I… he’s so big Bette.”

     

    “God Tee, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” Bette said looking up locking her eyes with Tina.

     

    “I know… I just… need to get used to him”

    Comments

    1. LMAO! This hits too close to home. I have a very jealous dog. If I want action, I have to pay my dog off with treats so that he will leave us alone. And before you say lock him out, tried, he howls and barks the entire time killing the mood…oh it’s bad

    2. I love dogs well small dogs cuz im not really fond of big, licky, jumpy ones especially retrievers. my mom has a lab and he is sweet but he just looks and acts dumb. the only big dogs i like are great danes, pittbulls, and dobermans but regardless they belong outside so i feel for tina. if it were me, bette would get to sleep with old grover all she wanted cuz she would be in the doghouse with him

    3. too funny. I can’t even hug my girlfriend without my one dog barking at me and pushing between us. Room on the bed, what’s that. Grover does have good taste though, gotta love that he growled and barked at Mandy.

    4. LMAO, Grover may have just found his way to Tina’s heart. :) I love that he was protective of her and Bette when Mandy tried to play her little game.

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