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Lady and the Tramp in Real Life

Disney reenacted the famous spaghetti scene from ‘Lady and the Tramp’ to promote the Blu-ray release.

“No, no. Don’t mind me, really.” Lady INsisted, her long auburn ears wavering as she shook her head lightly, giving Tramp a reassuring smile, “I’ve been wanting to see you, too. It just…” she sighed, glancing over her shoulder to the back door, “It just seems like everything hasn’t been quite right since the baby arrived. Jim Dear has been away longer each day, and Darling is far too occupied with the baby. I feel as if they take notice of me less and less every day. It’s awfully… well, quite unsettling, to say the least…” Her gaze drifted back to Tramp, the loneliness and seclusion clearly evident in her dark eyes. She tried her best to look bright for Tramp, despite the dreariness in her voice. The mutt always has a special way of making her smile even in the most dreadful of circumstances. “I thought things would have changed since they’d come back, but… now I’m not too certain.”

“…Tramp?” 

Her eyelids were still heavy as Lady lifted her head, having been pulled from sleep at the most familiar of voices. His nickname for her was unmistakable; very strange, and yet… somewhat endearing all at once. 

The Spaniel let a yawn as she crept out of her designated room, slowly padding towards the small door near back of the household. At this point in time, Darling would wake up at the slightest of noises, always listening for the baby’s wailing cries during the latest hours of the night. 

Although Lady was getting fairly used to Tramp’s nightly ventures, usually back in her snug little bed just as the sun rises. She still had to wake Jim Dear up for work, after all. How would he ever get up if she wasn’t there? 

She poked her head out from under the small back door, her eyes instantly brightening as soon as she saw Tramp’s wide grin.

“Well, hello,” Lady greeted the mutt with a smile as she hopped down the steps, her collar jingling when she trotted up to him, “I’m awfully sorry, Tramp… Have I kept  you waiting long?”

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