“Hey, Lucy. I thought we were going to lay out today.”
“I’m doing just that.”
I meant with lounges, dad fetching drinks, the radio, sunscreen, and gossip.”
“Look around, Little One. We are dogs.”
“So what. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun too.”
“Yeah, that’s true, but our fun is more basic.”
“Whaddaya mean, basic?”
“Well, like stretching out in the yard, not on a chaise.”
Or like doing this concrete instead. of a nice pillow.”
“Yeah, now you have the idea.”
That’s really not me. I look for the finer things of life.”
“Yeah, like that ant you’re chasing.”
“I mean, what’s it gonna hurt to— What are you doing?”
“Exercising the freedom granted all dogs to roll around on the grass.”
“You are embarrassing me. Next, you’ll be burying a bone.”
“Nothing wrong with that either. You ought to try this.”
“Not on my life. Mom sees me doing that, and I’ll be in the bath before I can say, Jack Robinson.”
“Well, you are missing out. I feel like I’ve been to the spa. So relaxed.”
“I still want to lay out in style. You with me?”
“Um. I think I hear the kibble dropping into a bowl.”
“You just said that to get me away from the patio, right?’
“Worked like a charm. Wait, start whining I hear mom.”
