“Hey, Lucy come here.”

“What’s the problem, Little Potato?”

“Someone put a thingy over my window.”

“So you can’t see out?”

“Yeah. It looks like the window’s been frosted.”

“I think it might be to save the baby deer from your barking.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“No. I heard The Boss talking to Mom. Looks like your ferocity upset the fawn.”

“Geez, Lucy. All I want to do is warn everyone of the dangers of a wild, crazed fawn.”

“I know, Little One, but others don’t see it like you and I.”

“Can I see it from the back yard?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Come on, Lucy. Let’s go see.”

“Okay. But I think you’ll be disappointed.”

“Hurry.”

“Coming, Little One.”

“I’ve looked everywhere.”

“You have to wonder why the fence is not see through, don’t you?”

“You are saying the privacy fence is to keep me from scaring the deer.”

“I’m not saying that. I’ll bet the folks are thinking it though.”

“Man what good is a watch dog if they can’t see the stuff to watch.”

“Last I heard you are a bulldog not a watchdog.”

“Don’t confuse me with facts.”

“Right.”

Today Twiggy decided to get involved in the cleaning process. Whether it was curiosity or a Don Quixote move I can’t tell. Let ‘s just follow her and find out.

“So there you are soul sucker.”

“I want you to know I fear no evil.”

“Yeah sure. Come at me if you dare.”

“I hope you know better than to go after my toy.”

“I’m not afraid of no ghost. Excuse me but I need my rest.”

“Hey, Twiggy.”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Could you pick up your toys so I can get that corner?”

“Dad. Do you see an opposable thumb on these paws?”

“Uh, Twiggy. Looks like something followed you in here.”

“Yeah, ignore it. Lucy. It’s Dad doing the vacuuming.”

“I heard you talking to it in the other room.”

“Yeah, I was trying to make up an adventure. Dad spoiled it.”

“What happened?”

“Dad asked me to pick up my toys.”

“Ah. Buzzkill.”

“Well, ladies. I’m finished.”

“Not too soon either, Boss.”

“Maybe next time I can do a Man of LaMancha drama.”

“Let go. Let me throw it.”

“Grr, no way.”

“Come on Twiggy. You can fetch it.”

“What do you think is easier? Clamping my jaw or running down the hall like an idiot?”

“That would be hard for me to answer. Hey Lucy. Tell her to let go.”

“Huh what? Better humor the boss twiggy. He’s all we got.”

“Okay then. Here is a toy you can toss, Dad.”

“All right. I’ll spin it down the hall.”

“Here you go. One spinning toy.”

“Thanks, Twiggy. Uh, you going to let go?”

“Hmmm. Looks like we are faced with the same conundrum, Dad.”

“Where on earth did you get the word conundrum?”

“Picked it up from you.”

“Hey, Lucy. I got out of playing fetch.”

“How did you do that little one?”

“I took your suggestion.”

“Yeah, Which one was that?”

“To use a big word and flummox Dad.”

“What word did you use?”

“Conundrum. He let go of the toy and went to the refrigerator when I told him I got the word from him.”

“He’s probably wondering what other words you picked up. Well done Little Potato.”

I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings.”

“Nothing a little soothing syrup won’t fix.”

“So Lucy. Come over and see this thing.”

“Be right there Little One.”

“Oh that. It’s called a rake, and that black thing is a bag.”

“So dad rakes the leaves and puts them in the bag?”

“Yeah. Notice you can see the Vinca Minor now. Before it was covered with leaves.”

“I don’t see any grass. I thought maybe it was covered with leaves too.”

“Well, Little Potato we don’t have a lot of grass. I know the boss is working on a landscape plan.”

“Do you think we’ll have grass again? I loved the grass on the coast.”

“I know he is planning some for the other side of the house. This area is going to be flowers and granite path.”

“But we can’t go over to the other side of the house.”

“After the fence is in we will be able to. Don’t worry. Oh, Look. The boss is back on the rake.”

“Maybe if I help pick up some leaves it will go faster, Dad.”

“I think you should go ahead and play with Lucy.”

“Hey, dad. Those people have guys picking up their leaves. Why don’t you do that?”

“I love to work in the yard, Little One. I don’t want a gardener.”

“Well suit yourself then. When will the fence be done?”

“With the permit and design work, it will probably be the end of the month.”

“Seems like a long time. Hey is that Lucy heading for the house?”

“Sure looks like it kiddo. Better run and catch up.”

“Doesn’t it feel good to rest after a hard day’s work, Lucy.”

“Um, what?  Sure is nice to rest anytime. Close your eyes, Twiggy.”