“Well. That’s just too bad.”

“It smells bad.”

“Rrrruuuuufff!“

“Well! I never! I do my best to smell good. What are you saying, my ‘friend’? That I smell as bad as this room?”

“ruff.”

“Honestly, Marica, it does smell … funky in here, doesn’t it?”

“Ruff?”

“Where in the world did you hear that word, Missy?”

“Well, you suggested I increase my vocabulary. I think I’ve gotten a ‘quote unquote’ classical vocabulary nailed but what I lack is a ‘colokeelal’ vocabulary, so while you’ve been out doing God knows what these last few days, Rocky and I have been watching those DiNoMite dvds and I took note of ‘funky.’ I thought it one one those words I could use every six months or so for impact– you know, to impart a greater shade of meaning to my thoughts. And I do see that it has made an impact.”

“Ruff!!”

“Good for you, Missy. It does smell funky in here.”

“You know, Marica, sometimes you get sidetracked. I don’t like it in here.”

“Well. That’s just too bad.”