Me: Big Dog, what are you doing?
Big Dog: Nothing.
Me: I can see you. You’re doing something.
Big Dog: I am. You found me. I am doing something. But you cannot tell Little Dog.
Big Dog: I am burying my bone.
Me: In the hall?
Big Dog: It is a most wonderful bone.
Me: I don’t get it.
Big Dog: I am burying my most wonderful bone under the hall rug. Don’t tell Little Dog. Or Z. Or J. But mostly Little Dog.
Me: Um, okay.
Little Dog: Hey hey! Party in the hall! What’s the word, hummingbirds?
Big Dog: Nothing. There are no words.
Little Dog: Wait, where are you going?
Big Dog: I am going to wait for the mailman.
Little Dog: She came three hours ago.
Big Dog: I hate you, mailman.
Little Dog: So, what were you guys talking about?
Me: Big Dog swore me to secrecy.
Little Dog: She’s been burying bones under the hall rug again, hasn’t she?
Me: … Maybe.
Little Dog: Sometimes, I take one of the other thirty bones in this house, and swap it out with the one under the hall rug. Just for shits and giggles, you know?
Me: Never noticed?
Little Dog: Mostly, she forgets they’re even there. Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes I don’t think Big Dog is very smart.