Wrigley's New Friend

My friend Bridget came into town from Wisconsin for the one and only Enrique concert here in the US. (I'll post pics later) She spent the weekend with us and we all really enjoyed having her here. She was such a great sport putting up with Chumley's crotchety attitude and Wrigley's constant nudges for attention. Wrigley knows her as "New Friend". I would ask, "Wrigley, where's your New Friend??" and he'd leap across the room directly onto Bridget's lap showering her with licks and love. He really misses her. In fact, I overheard both animals having a chat this morning while I was doing the dishes.

Wrigley:
What do you think happened to my New Friend? Where did she go?

Chumley:
How the hell do I know.

Wrigley:
Do you think she's in Mommy's car? I saw them go in there this morning but Mommy came back and my New Friend didn't.

Chumley:
I doubt she's sitting in Mommy's car by herself. That's just dumb.

Wrigley:
I'm worried. Maybe she is locked in the car??

Chumley:
She's not locked in the car, she has thumbs! If she was she could get herself out you dumb yellow whale!

Wrigley:
That hurts my feelings. Then if she's not in the car, where could she be???

Chumley:
HOME YOU FOOL! She went home to her family and she is not here anymore!

Wrigley:
Nooooooo! Don't say that!

Chumley:
Stop your whining. I miss her too, ok? I really liked stalking her and now I have no one to stalk. Face it, she's not coming back.

Wrigley:
(whimpering) What are we going to do now? I miss her!

Chumley:
So do I big whale, so do I.