Little Dog: What are we doing, Big Dog?
Big Dog: We are doing nothing.
Little Dog: What are you doing?
Big Dog: I am waiting for it to rain food.
Little Dog: No way! That’s a thing?
Big Dog: Only in this room. This room is a special room.
Little Dog: I had no idea the dining room was so magical.
Big Dog: The most magical corner is this one, by the little human.
Little Dog: Food just falls from the sky?
Big Dog: Rain is what you call things that fall from the sky, Little Dog.
Little Dog: My bad. You know, if you look up, there’s food everywhere on this flat thing.
Big Dog: Stop distracting me.
Little Dog: Yeah, but if you just look up here…
Big Dog: You talk too much.
Little Dog: Okay, well, while we’re waiting for the rain to start, I’m just going to snuffle some stuff off the flat surface.
Me: Stop it, Little Dog.
Little Dog: Alternately, the little human keeps smearing it all over his pants.
Z: Look! Little Dog loves me!
Little Dog: I love your pants.
Me: Z, pay attention to what you’re doing!
Me: Dang it, Z!
Big Dog: It’s raining! It’s raining!
Little Dog: Holy cow! Just like you said!
Big Dog: I know of what I speak.