Sister Shenanigans - Tumblr Posts

I was listening to Montero and suddenly she started yelling her name.

It took a moment for me to realise what she was doing

So, we’re dogsitting my aunt’s miniature poodle-something-or-other. Here’s a conversation my sister had with her this morning.

Dog: *Barks loud af at the window*

Sister: Dido, don’t be racist.

Now I don’t speak dog, but there’s two explanations for this. 1, my nine-year-old sister can speak to dogs, or 8, and slightly more plausible, there was a black or otherwise culturally different person walking down the sidewalk.

I’m choosing to believe that my little feral cat of a gremlin sister can speak dog.