“Hi, Boss.”

“Hi, Lucy. What is going on?”

“Well at breakfast this morning, Stella was calling Bailey, and I chicken.”

“Oh dear. Do you know why?

“She said we were afraid to go outside.”

“And it looks like she might be right.”

“Aw, boss don’t take sides.”

“Okay, I will talk to her.”

“Stella, did you call your sisters chicken?”

“I confess I did.”

“How come?”

“The last time they went out, they went through the motions.”

“And then?”

“Well, Lucy got all squinty after a minute.”

“Yes, then what happened?”

“Bailey did her “Turkey on a platter” imitation and with that unsettled face.”

“But they did go outside.”

“Yeah for two minutes then it was into the shade and beg you to come in.”

“Well, you know Bailey is a Princess.”

“Check out Lucy too.”

“So I don’t think calling names is a good idea, do you?”

“You know, John. I calls ’em as I see ’em.”

“You never go outside, Stella.”

“Not my fault, John. You were the one to decide to make me an inside kitty.”

“Let’s forget it.”

“I knew you would see it my way.”

“Hi, Boss.”

“Hi, Lucy. What’s happening?”

“Do you think you could set that computer aside and take us to the beach?”

“Sure thing. Is Bailey ready to go?”

“Uh?”

“Wait, what?”

“Want to go to the beach?”

“What about my nap?”

“Brother. That would be the tenth nap today.”

“Okay ladies, Let’s hit it.”

“A nice long walk.”

“Thank you, Stella. Lucy and Bailey love your input.”

“Look at these tracks. We should be riding in something like this.”

“Come on Bailey. A walk will do you good.”

“I just had my nails done. Look at Lucy. She’s just sitting there.”

“I’m trying to figure out where that sand crab went. I think he jumped into a dune buggy.”

“Okay give me a moment. I have this itch.”

“Sure Bailey. You are allergic to walks.”

“Oh, that was a good one.  Come on Lucy.  I guess we’ll have to do this thing.”

“I don’t know. I’m now thinking we should wait until nighttime for this. Do that itching thing again. Maybe it will buy us some time.”

“He’s getting a little impatient.”

“Okay ladies. Either walk or we go back home.”

 

“Ahh. Love the AC.”

“Hello, John.”

“Why hello Stella. Long time no talk.”

“Do you have a minute?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“You know I hate to complain.”

“Uh. Okay.”

“But things have gotten out of hand.”

“Let me guess. Bailey and Lucy.”

“Not so loud. I think Lucy is lying around over there.”

“So what is the issue?”

“First of all, Bailey is a saint. I have nothing to say about her.”

“Lucy?”

“Let me tell you.”

“Here I am in your office. All I want to do is cross the floor.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“Watch.”

“See that?”

“I see you and Lucy.”

“I’ll show you again.”

“Did you see it?”

“What?”

“She looked at me.”

“That’s it?”

“Isn’t that enough? You never look at a diva. Everyone knows that.”

“I’ll talk to her.”

“You are a mensch.”

“Lucy. About looking at Stella.”

“Boss. I love you but pfff TTT.”