Watson and Max O. roll around in bed like logs while I get ready to leave for work. Dogs, it is hard not to resent you and your happiness.
WATSON — IT’S WATSON, RIGHT? WE HAVEN’T KNOWN EACH OTHER VERY LONG, SO I APOLOGIZE IF I’M OVER-STEPPING, BUT I SUSPECT THAT SILVIA IS NOT GOING TO LIKE THIS “MUD” THING YOU’RE DOING.
BUT I WANTED TO DRINK THE RIVER AND IT WAS SORT OF SLIPPY AND OH MAN I AM GOING TO BE IN A LOT OF TROUBLE. MAYBE IF YOU GET DIRTY, TOO, THEY WON’T EVEN NOTICE.
NOO…I THINK I’M OKAY.
MAYBE I CAN SHAKE IT OFF. HOW DO I LOOK?