A Sunday Meet and Greet

"We can gather lilacs in the Spring again."

"Shep, we can't. We're dogs besides no lilacs for miles around. That one wasn't yours?"

"No. Not her. Don't overlook me, Sweet Heart. It was Minus 1 this morning."

"I'm leaving with the first out that door with meatybites, Shep."

"We wait, Sweet Heart, until we're claimed."