R: You still smell like before-- dog-bath. But there's another much nicer scent overlaid-- kind of a rough, woodsy smell. Where ya been?

F: "That was really fun Friday when I made them chase me all over the state park in go-for-a-ride. They'd chase me, then turn around, and I'd chase them-- oh, it went on for the longest time! I can't believe I fell for the treats, at the end, though-- nasty little bits of dried-up pot-roast fat. Oh well. At least they gave me some water. That melting groundwater tasted like rotting goose sh*t!"

R: "You didn't roll in it?"

F: "Doh! I didn't think of THAT!"

R: "Grasshopper, you have much to learn."

~S~