“Okay, so you think there are squirrels in the yard?”
“Not think, Lucy. I know there are squirrels in the yard.”
“What makes you think so?”
“I’ve seen them.”
“Seen them. When? Where?”
“Near that confounded bird handout thingy.”
“Yeah, that makes sense, I guess. They are after the seeds.”
“There shouldn’t be any seeds, to begin with, for heaven’s sake.”
“We discussed this. You need to share with our natural friends.”
“Okay, I’ll give it to you on the birds, but squirrels are an entirely different matter.”
“I think you ought to worry more about this dry spot in the lawn.”
“That’s above my pay grade.”
“I beliece you ought to give the squirrels a pass.”
“A pass? Are you a dog or what? Where’s the Lucy I once knew?”
“I’m just saying that you can spend your whole day chasing them to no avail.”
“Sounds like a good day to me.”
“Only a bulldog would think that way.”





































































































