It was very foggy yesterday, and Lucy and Twiggy still wanted their walk.
“Twiggy I think we should cut the walk short. It is way too foggy.”
“Lucy. Are you flying a plane? We are walking for heaven’s sake. Besides, look at the gulls up ahead.”
“Okay, but keep your eye out for cars coming out of the fog.”
“Sounds like a little Carl Sanders there. Lucy.”
“Thank you for the compliment, but that was no poem.”
“Oh man. Look at them. Mom cut me loose.”
“Mom, please don’t let her get loose. She’ll end up in Arkansas.”
“Don’t worry sweetheart. I have her.”
“Look at the Gulf, Twiggy. Aren’t you glad you are not in a boat?”
“It sure looks thick, Lucy. Yes, I’m glad.”
“I thought you were going after the gulls.”
“They all flew away. Besides this leash is a bit of a handicap.”
“How about it, Mom. Five minutes? I promise to come back.”
“Don’t do it, Mom.”
“Some pal you are, Lucy.”
“Oh please, Twiggy. You have no sense of direction. You would get lost and end up in a shelter.”
“Okay, I give. I’m going to stalk that blackbird.”
“You go, girl.”
“Nuts. It flew away again.”
“Maybe next time, Twiggy.”
“Hold on Twiggy. This isn’t our walkway.”
“It looks like ours.”
“Hey, you two. Can’t you read the sign?”
“Twiggy I think Mom is making a joke. She knows we can’t read.”
“Speak for yourself, Lucy.”
“Okay, what does the sign say?”
“Free biscuits to all French Bulldogs. What else would it say?”
