“RRRUUFFF???”

“Missy! I have had quite enough of this. You’ve been back-talking and sassing me all day and now this! Counter-culture gutter talk. Go get the Irish Spring.”

“R.U.F.F.”

“Oh my goodness, Marica. I’m just joking around. You seem in such a mood. I was just trying to get a rise out of you.”

“Oh, Missy!! I over-reacted. I’m sorry.”

“Ruff!!”

“See! It worked. So what’s up, Marica?”

“Well, Missy. I’m feeling a bit neglected.”

“ruff?”

“How so, Marica?”

“Well. I put a lot of time into my little blog. I like to think of it as honing my craft. But still I get nowhere.”

“ruff?”

“Where are you trying to go?”

“A million hits. Wealth and Fame. That sort of thing.”

“A MILLION HITS? Why do you want a million hits? Think about the spam that a million hits would generate!”

“RUFF??”

“Well, what I am trying to do, in my own special way, is … I dunno.”

“ruff?”

“Oh, Marica! I know what you’re trying to do.”

“ruff??”

“You do?”

“But of course. It’s patently obvious to My Good Friend and I. You are working to make he and I famous characters in a yet to be written children’s book about American history and you are trying to ride our coattails to wealth and fame.”

“Good grief! Was it that obvious?”

“ruff.”

“And you’re not offended by this, Missy?”

“RUFF!”

“Offended? Why would we be offended? We are going to be famous!”

“Rrrruuuuffffff!!!”

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

“Yes. My dear Friend and I are going to be famous.”

“Rrrruuuuffffff!!!”

“Well, yeah. But I cannot possibly plant the garden and get ready for award winning genius guests and write a book and blog so … ”

“RUFF!”

“Noooooooooo!!!!!!!”

“I am sorry to say that the blog is going to take a time out for a bit.”

“RRRRRUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Wheaton!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Missy. When did you start watching Big Bang?”