“Okay, Dad. it’s raining. What are we supposed to do?”
“I think you have enough to entertain yourselves Little One.”
“You gotta be kidding. Like how?”
“Follow me, and I’ll show you.”
“Okay, so what am I looking at?”
“A pile of toys, two Bennie Bones, and a chew thingy.”
“Alright, so I’ll choose Flamingo. Happy now?”
“The boss has given you the look, Little One.”
“The look? What’s the look?”
“It’s what his face does when he thinks you should take care of yourself.”
“I would be outside running in the yard if I took care of myself.”
“Yeah, but it’s raining, and you know how you hate the rain.”
“Yeah, I do hate it. Makes my paws all wet, and then I’m told to quit licking my paws.”
“Your life is a volume of tragedy, Little One.”
“Hey, I have an idea. How about a game of soccer or as the rest of the world says, football.”
“That could work. I suppose.”
“So here is Lionel Messi of FC Barcelona ready to take on Kevin De Bruyne of Manchester.”
“Where do you get this stuff?”
“Someone sent Dad a subscription to Sports Illustrated. Messi outmaneuvers the fatter De Bruyne and sends the ball downfield.”
“You crack me up, Twiggy. You really do. DeBruyne outruns the slower Messi returns the ball and SCORES.”
