“John.”
“What Stella?”
“Do you see these two wolfhounds poised to devour my food?”
“Your bowl is on my books. Maybe they are thinking of reading.”
“Not even funny in your author world, John. How about getting these two outside.”
“Hey Pops. Check out Lucy.”
“What’s she doing?”
“Still trying to get the lizard.”
“Lucy, leave that lizard alone.
“Shush, Boss. I think I have him this time.”
“Right Lucy. I can see he has his eye on you.”
“Look, Boss. He’s running right to me.”
“Sure he is, Lucy.”
“Dagnabit, he took a left turn.”
“Boy I’ve never seen him do that before.”
“Okay, Boss I get it. flummoxed again.”
“Hey, Lucy. You get ’em?”
“You are quite the comedian Bailey.”
“Why don’t you two play in the yard. There will be another lizard later.”
“You think the Boss is losing it, Bailey?”
“I think ole Pops was trying to distract you with that lizard tale.”
“I guess you are right. I thought he didn’t know I knew there is a lizard every hour.”
“He knows.”
“Good. I would hate to think the old boy is slipping. What the heck are you doing?”
“My afternoon sun bath and back rub. This is a spa after all.”
“I dunno. I think y’all are starting to unravel. Oh well, it is still a happy place and the sun feels good.”
“I see. Well thanks for looking at my photos today”
“Hi, Boss.”
