Conversations With Bud
Bud: Yo, Human... make yourself useful and lend me your opposable thumb there.
Me: What a lovely box. How sweet of you to remember me on Valentine’s.
Bud: Dream on. This is for Fifi.
Me: After your night with the Yorkie twins, I thought you and Fifi were over.
Bud: Just wait till she gets a whiff of these honey-smoked-jerky puppy cookies...she’ll be putty in my paws.
Me: And you think this cheap trick will work?
Bud: Not cheap. Check your credit card.
Me: (sigh) You need to learn that throwing money at your girlfriends won’t improve the odds that she’ll forgive you.
Bud: I have. Which is why I play the odds...Hand me the next box down there...we have to hurry if we are going to get all 20 wrapped and out to my sweethearts before Valentine’s Day.
The St. Bernard is the heaviest dog breed.
Ok. I’ll follow you. You follow me.
Dang Bud, how do you keep up with them?