“Hey, Lucy. I thought we were going to lay out today.”

“I’m doing just that.”

I meant with lounges, dad fetching drinks, the radio, sunscreen, and gossip.”

“Look around, Little One. We are dogs.”

“So what. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun too.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but our fun is more basic.”

“Whaddaya mean, basic?”

“Well, like stretching out in the yard, not on a chaise.”

Or like doing this concrete instead. of a nice pillow.”

“Yeah, now you have the idea.”

That’s really not me. I look for the finer things of life.”

“Yeah, like that ant you’re chasing.”

“I mean, what’s it gonna hurt to— What are you doing?”

“Exercising the freedom granted all dogs to roll around on the grass.”

“You are embarrassing me. Next, you’ll be burying a bone.”

“Nothing wrong with that either. You ought to try this.”

“Not on my life. Mom sees me doing that, and I’ll be in the bath before I can say, Jack Robinson.”

“Well, you are missing out. I feel like I’ve been to the spa. So relaxed.”

“I still want to lay out in style. You with me?”

“Um. I think I hear the kibble dropping into a bowl.”

“You just said that to get me away from the patio, right?’

“Worked like a charm. Wait, start whining I hear mom.”

“I hear something, Lucy.”

“There is someone working next door.”

“Now, I hear something, Little One.”

“What is it?”

“Sounds like the gate opened. Let’s check it out.”

“Whoa, look at this equipment.”

“Whose stuff is that anyway?”

“I heard the boss was going to do his own lawn. Looks like he has the mower, trimmer, and blower out.”

“You think he can do it?”

“Oh yeah. He’s been mowing his own lawn for decades.”

“A decade is ten years, right? How many decades?”

“Hmmm. I think he started when he was ten years old.”

“Okay, we don’t have enough toes to count. Let’s just leave it at he has experience. What happened to the crew?”

“You know the boss. All type A and such. They didn’t do a good enough job.”

“Yeah, I can get that. Plus, they made me bark till I was hoarse. Let’s go play before he comes out.”

“I still hear something, Lucy.”

“Forget it. I’ll give you till three to haul butt to the side patio. Last one there is a cat.”

“You want  to go with us, Lucy?”

“Um. Let’s see. 90 degrees, humidity in the 70s. I’d say no.”

“Okay then, Let’s go, Twiggy.”

“I’m ready, Dad. Let’s go.”

“You. have to sit first.”

“Yeah, I forgot.”

“What’s that up there?”

“It’s a giant poodle hauling a lady.”

“She’s still there.”

“I know, Dad. If she doesn’t move pretty soon, I’m going to bark her to St Louis.”

“That is a lawnmower, Tiggy.”

“I’ve seen them through the window but not this close. It has an air of ugly, don’t you think?”

“Hows the shade feel.”

“This is nice. That sun is getting hot.”

“Let’s keep walking.”

“Hold up, Dad. There is some terrific smells here.”

“How about those flowers.”

“Look like Vinca to me, Dad.”

“The mower is still there.”

“These guys are really slow.”

“How do you like the truck, Twiggy?”

“Noisy, smelly, and too fast to catch.”

“See anything interesting, Twiggy?”

“Oh, the usual. A savage beast poodle. A lawn chewing monster. A four-door white karma crusher, and some vinca. Whew, I’m bushed from all that fighting.”

“Yes, Twiggy?”

“I forgot to say thanks for the walk.”

“You are so welcome. Thanks for keeping me safe from all those threats.”

“Anytime Dad. Anytime.”