If Dogs Could Talk

It was a warm summer afternoon, and swear I "overheard" my doggies conversation with each other. Wicket was busy at work, while Charlie was relaxing chewing on a stick. Charlie noticed Wicket working hard and getting very tired and dirty.

"What are you doing?" Asked Charlie to Wicket.

Wicket answered simply, "Diggin."

Charlie quickly grabbed a stick and approached Wicket. Although he wasn't satisfied with Wicket's first answer, he had an idea of what the hole was for.
Charlie asked, "What are you digging for?"

Wicket responded, "Diggin hole for bones n sticks n treasures."
At this point, we need to remember that Wicket is still a child. Being a six month old puppy, he is still a bit of a toddler. The things he does, (and says) are often unexplainable.

"Wow Wicket," Charlie said as he looked into the hole. "This is a pretty deep hole! Could I maybe put my stick in there? I want to save it for later."

"No." He said quickly. "My hole. No room."
Wicket put his nose into the hole and admired his work.

"What are you talking about?! This is a big hole. Lots of sticks could fit in here." Charlie said with surprise.
"In fact, this hole is so big, you yourself could fit in there!" He added as he looked in the hole.

Wicket, who was taking a break from hole digging to chew on a stick, was suddenly struck with a genius idea.

In order to save his hole for just himself.. he knew what he had to do. He set his stick down, walked over to his handiwork, and lay down in his hole.

He closed his eyes and ignored Charlie, who seemed quite upset. Wicket looked and felt a bit like a martyr at this point.

And there Wicket sat to guard his hole. Charlie watched and waited, but Wicket refused to move.

Until I called them in for lunch.

The end.