Snoopy: I almost died today.
Gayle: You didn't almost die. Although I thought you were going to kill me.
Snoopy: Well, you didn't protect me. All those little bugs were running up my nose.
Gayle: I am sorry about that, but they weren't little bugs. They were little fluffy seed pods from the field of weeds next door. You had fly spray on, but there's no repellent for flying plants. I know they were uncomfortable.
Snoopy: They wouldn't get out of my nose.
Gayle: I know. You kept stopping to shake your head all around.
Snoopy: And then the hurricane came!
Gayle: It wasn't a hurricane.
Snoopy: The tornado came!
Gayle: It wasn't a tornado. It was a miniature whirlwind that picked up the dust and leaves, kind of like a waterspout with dirt, and blew across the arena.
Snoopy: It came right at me. I thought it was going to pick me up and carry me somewhere! It was scary and awful and I wanted to run away! You wouldn't let me run away!
Gayle: Well, no, I don't like being run away with. Not my favorite thing.
Snoopy: But I would have run where it was safe.
Gayle: Doubtful. I know you. You would have run some distance, stopped and looked at the wind, snorted, then run some more. Then repeated that until the wind died down.
Snoopy: You didn't have to grab me and pull me backward.
Gayle: True, and for that I am sorry. It's just, when you do your "I'm spooking" thing, you dip your butt and bring your front end up. It makes me feel like I'm going to fall off backward, so I lean forward and pull the reins. Then Niki starts yelling at me not to do that, but all I can think is, "What language is she using? Put my hands forward? What are hands? Sit back? Am I sitting at all?" It's hard to learn to do the right thing.
Snoopy: It's okay. I forgive you.
Gayle: I forgive you, too, Snoopy. Let's not do that again, okay?
Snoopy: Not making any promises.
