Tree.

Tree tree tree tree.

Peeing on tree.

Peeing on tr—Squirrel?

…

No, guess not.

Walking.

Walking walking walking.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Butt.

Butt butt butt butt.

Charlie!

Roofus!

How long has it been?

I don’t know, I have no concept of time!

Wait, I smell… where did you find a burrito you lucky dog?

My Tall One. He left it on the small table in front of the moving light box.

You scalawag!

I am what I am. Hey, how’s Smuggles?

In trouble.

Picking on Mr Drummond again?

Yep. He can’t help himself, I guess. Can’t blame him; The Box-Poopers are disgusting, the lot of them. Also, though, he’s still a little upset. You know, he’s at the age…

The sleepy car ride?

Yeah. I tried to warn him that, you know, he’d come back a little, uh, ‘less’ than he was. But you know how young pups can be: Think they’ll have their drag-berries forever.

Yessir. I remember those days. Well, it was good to see you, but as you might have guessed by the way my Tall One is yanking on my No-Rope, I must be off.

Until we nose nethers again!

Indeed.

…

Bird.

Bird bird bird.

Hydrant.

Peeing on hydrant.