Shoe or Achoo?

As I've mentioned in earlier posts, I've been helping my neighbors out by tending to their female schnauzers needs during the day while the neighbors are off slumming earning those paychecks.

So yesterday, as I was waiting on the two females to finish up doing their outside business, I was on my cell phone with my mother while I stood watching out the back window. As I listened to her tell me some story about "who did what to whom", the girls came to the door begging for me to let them escape from all the coldness that has enveloped Oklahoma and into the warmth where I currently stood. But some tasks cannot be ignored so that all remains right in their small doggy world. Diva must retrieve her "shoe" (which isn't a shoe at all). So while my mother talks, I pull the phone away just far enough so that I can still hear the conversation and then I tell Diva, "Go get your shoe, go get your shoe!"

At which my mothers replies: "Oh.. bless you, bless you!"

Me: "Did you just bless me?"