Mr. Murphy: The humans will not stop moving dirt to make this garden thing.
Pogie: We should help them.
Mr. Murphy: I will eat all the sticks. ALL THE STICKS! That will help them.
Pogie: And I will dig all the holes. ALL THE HOLES! And then get scared of the rake-thing-monster with its metal teeth and its big steel handle and its . . .
Mr. Murphy: Come here. Let me hold you.
Pogie: Maybe the humans should stop messing around with the earth and let it do its thing.
Mr. Murphy: They are making the whole yard a big mess, honestly.
Pogie: Let's just pee on it, walk away, go sun on the deck, and pretend we didn't see anything, didn't do anything, and like we definitely do not notice that squirrel over there or that evil rake thing just resting on the side of the shed . . . waiting to do its evil business.
Mr. Murphy: SQUIRREL!!!
Mr. Murphy: Sorry. Lost myself to instinct there. Deal. Give the rake a wide berth. It'll all eventually be okay.
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Love the dogs conversation. Made me smile on a rainy Monday morning.