Me: Zazu, what have you done? Chewed up my favourite shoe? Terrible, not good.
Zazu: Sheepishly, ‘Good Boy…Gooood Boy’!
Me: NO, not a ‘Good Boy’. Very ‘Bad Boy’…
Zazu: The cutest head bob, bold babbles – ‘Dance Baby Dance…Danceeee’…
Me: What? Why? No reason to dance? Not happy. Besides, a broken leg!
Zazu: Puppy-like innocence, ‘Hello Ma…Gooood Boy…Ma, Maaa…Loooove’…
Zazu-Me: Awweee, right from the heart. Cuddles. Just precious, priceless! Reminded me of the movie Marley & Me.
