They’re speaking to each other, they’re friends.
They’re happy to meet each other, but they can’t jump because they’re on the street.
It’s a happy picture.
The male dog is making a date with the female dog, telling her how beautiful she is.
It’s a bright picture, a nice picture, it gives me a good feeling.
Everything is so green on the street.
They’re well-behaved dogs.
The one on the right is a lady, she has a special scarf, the other is a man.
The big one is George, the little one is Susie.
They want to meet each other, they’re speaking.
Like backyard gossip, from window to window.
George invites Susie for lunch, and Susie is always inviting me.
They’ll have chicken soup with matzo balls.
They’re going to love it.
George says, “I think you’re so beautiful, and I want to have lunch with you.”
George says, “You’ve lost weight.”
George says to Susie, “I like your car; it looks similar to ours.”
Susie’s probably saying to George, “Where are you going shopping today?”
They’re asking each other what kind of food they like.
I think maybe they’re going for a swim to get to know each other.
I’m just laughing about the conversation between animals.
There’s no one else in the car.
Two women are driving, because it’s the same car.
I think they’re in a parking lot.
The drivers are their parents. When I have a dog, it’s like my family.
If it’s a girl, it’s my daughter. If it’s a boy, it’s my son.
The light is red, so there’ a chance to speak and make arrangements to meet again.
George is in awe of her. He looks like he’s madly in love.
They’re going to get married. They love each other.
When they marry, they’ll invite all the family.
I don’t know how long dogs live, but they can go back several generations.
They should invite all our friends from the senior center.
There’ll be lots of dogs at the wedding.
They’re going to marry and have puppies.
They’re going to have a big litter.
I’d like to have a little puppy.
They’re going to have children.
Maybe they’ll have a baby.
They’re going to have a nice family together.
But first the light has to change.
Created at the Freda Mohr Senior Center
Jewish Family Service, Los Angeles