BUSTER: Pssst! Mac! Come with me!
MAC: Uh, um…. where to?
BUSTER: Just c’mon! Hurry up! Let’s go!!
MAC: Dude. I love ya like a brother, but I need more info before I just take off. Plus, I’m tired.
BUSTER (glancing around): No one’s looking! If we hurry, we can get out before they see us! Now, let’s GO!
MAC: Um, OK! Why not!
BUSTER (looking behind): Get the lead out, Fatass!
MAC (panting already): Could you just… slow down… a bit… please?
BUSTER: LOOK! Water!!
MAC: Watch out for the cars, dummy! Are you trying to get us killed?
BUSTER: Look! A squirrel! And water! Yay, I love water! This is awesome!
BUSTER: Dude! What’s wrong?
MAC: I don’t feel good about this. Maybe we should go back…
BUSTER: No! Look over here! Water! And squirrels! And…
MAC: Uh oh! Here comes a car! It’s stopping! Quick, let’s hide!
BUSTER: SHIT! SHIT! They found us!
MAC: Give it up Buster. We are soooo screwed.
BUSTER: Hey Lady, what’re you doing? Why are you looking at my collar?
MAC: Oh no. She got their phone number off of your tag. I told you this was a bad idea.
If our dog, Mac, could use words to speak with our neighbors’ younger, slimmer dog, this might have been their exchange yesterday afternoon, when they ran out of our neighborhood and down the main road, at least half a mile, to the creek bridge. A nice person stopped and phoned our neighbors, who went and retrieved our two Retrievers. Who are supposed to be doing the retrieving, not being retrieved.