“Fe fi fo fum. I smell the blood of a Frenchie.”

“You are supposed to rhyme with fum. Like Englishman.”

“To really rhyme with fum I’d have to say Frenchie bum.”

“Aw, now that would not be nice.”

“Well I’m just sayin'”

“Have I shown you my latest wrestling hold? I call it the jaw lock.”

“Have you seen my latest? I call it the step over chokehold.”

“Yak. I can see it is a good one.”

“Say, Uncle.”

“Oh my gosh.  What if I don’t say, Uncle?”

“I may have to give you a hug.”

“Okay then. I’ll Take the hug.”

“Why don’t you see what Bailey’s doing.”

“Good idea.”

“Hey, Bailey. What’s up?”

“Just finished a delicious breakfast, Little one. I was thinking of a nap.”

“Looks like a good day for it?”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“You doing okay?”

“I feel great Little Stuff. Just need to get rested and build my strength.”

“Twiggy was right. It is a great day for a nap. In fact, I should be taking a sunbath outside.”

“You want to go out, Bailey?”

“Yes, Pops. Thanks.”

“Ah. Now we’re talking.”

“Okay, Lucy. You can let go of my new toy.”

“mom told me to keep you entertained.”

“I get that, but really, I’ll stay out of trouble if you let go.”

“Yeah, like the time you took off with that bath mat?”

“I’m serious. I have grown up. I don’t do that stuff anymore.”

“How about that toilet paper roll?”

“Come on. Tell me you could resist grabbing that puppy.”

“I haven’t done that trick for five years.”

“Okay then. I promise. No funny business if you give me the toy.”

“What will I tell mom if you break your promise?”

“I won’t break it. I promise. By the way, when is Bailey coming home.”

“The Boss is picking her up in San Antonio this afternoon.”

“San Antonio? How come so far?”

“Bailey was pretty sick, little one. She had to be transported to the clinic there. She wasn’t getting better on the treatment locally.”

“Is she okay?”

“She will be ready to play with you.”

“How can we play when you still have your mouth on my toy?”

“When Bailey gets home. I’ll let go. You know you can always release.”

“I’m a bulldog. Release is not in our vocabulary.”

The rainy weather is still with us and it presents a challenge to the canines.

“I’m going to bite off your ear.”

“Oh, no please spare me.”

“That was a good ear bite move, Little One. But now you are going to die.”

“Oh, I’m so afraid, Lucy you big ole cow.”

“Okay, you two. Looks like the smack talk is getting out of hand. Time to take it outside.”

“But it is raining.”

“Not now so move it.”

“Man take a look at that pelican in the pond.”

“Hold on. I’ll be right there.”

“I’ve never seen one in there before.”

“Do you think he is okay, Lucy?”

“Yes, I do. What do you think, Bailey?”

“It just flew off, so I would say it is fine.”

“Lucy the pelican flew over that house across the street.”

“I’m wondering what game we can play?”

“I thought I left the ball over there.”

“No, Twiggy. We passed the ball coming out here.”

“Yeah, Twiggy. It is right in the middle of the yard.”

“I don’t know Bailey. She still has something on her mind.”

“I still can’t get over the pelican in the pond.”

“Small stuff. You need to move on.”

“Okay, can I name the game?”

“Anything to get you off the pelican.”

“No fair peeking. This game is called night ball. You have to find it in the dark.”

“Twiggy. You come up with the weirdest games.”

“Fun though, Right?”