Well, Twiggy. Looks like a good day to be outside.”

“Yeah. I looked out the front and no wind.”

“There’s no wind in the back either.”

“Dear reader. Do I even need to respond?”

“So what do you say to a game of tug-o-war?”

“I think that would be fun.”

“You know to play, you have to put a part of this in your mouth.”

“I’ve been playing tug-of-war before you were born. Bring that thing closer.”

“Says the queen. Now I’m totally exhausted from lugging it.”

“Oh, quit faking. It wasn’t that far or that heavy.”

“Okay then. Grab one of the legs and I’ll grab another.”

“Hmm. I thought this had gone through the wash.”

“You know washing out toys destroys the eau du dog. Where are you going?”

“I’m going to step over there a little. That eau du dog is a bit ripe.”

“While you do that, I’m going to hunt for some leaves.”

“You know leaves are verboten.”

“Hey Twiggy. There are absolutely no tasty leaves to be had in this entire yard.”

“You can thank our diligent parents for that. Are we going to play or not?”

“I think I want to check out the leaf yard first.”

“The leaf yard? Where is that?”

“Right here in the South Forty. There are tons of possibilities.”

“You know you are not supposed to eat leaves.”

“Oh, I know. I don’t eat them. I just let them lie in my mouth.”

“I’ve heard it all now. It looks like you are eating those Crape Myrtle leaves to me.”

“Naw, just tasting them.”

“You know the rents have a security camera covering this area.”

“Well, all it will show is me lying on the ground licking my paws.”

“Another of the seven deadly sins. You are doomed.”

“Then I’d better enjoy these leaves.”

“You are going to be so grounded you’ll look like this flat toy here.”