Frank. You got anything?   What do you see up there?   

Give me a minute Kevin. I’m looking.  Yep.  Right at 12 o’clock.  Straight ahead.

What is it Frank?  Cat or Dog?

Hang on…. I’m trying to see.  Yep. Dog.  Boston Terrier.  I can’t believe that son of a beast crapped right on us.

Holy smokes Frank.  Does he at least look healthy?

Geez….  I can tell by the size of this load that he’s healthy.

Oh Gawd.  This is bad.  We smell like Cow Patch Kibbles-n-Bits.

How’s the rest of the bunch down there Kevin?

Crappy.  Not berry good at all.

Well, let’s all look  on the bright side of this.

….And what exactly would  THAT be Frank?

Uhhhhh…..  No one is going to eat us any time soon.   Or even step on us… for that matter.  And our kids are pre-fertilized for next season…. ???

You are real Fruit Loop Pal.  A real Fruit Loop.

“The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.” – William Arthur Ward