I Can See The Writing On The Wall

Hey, Bobby. Are you a vandal now?

“On my mother’s side. Dad’s people were Visigoths.”

I was referring to the graffito.

“No one ever gives you the credit you deserve for caring about proper pluralization.”

You’re right. They don’t. Fuck them.

“Get ’em, tiger.”

Seriously, what are you doing?

“Well, uh, this is a business called The Grateful Dog. One of those doggy day care set-ups.”

Nice?

“Honestly? You’d rather be a Marin County pet than a human from, like, most countries.”

Sure. And you have no problem with them stealing your name?

“We stole it from the dictionary.”

I guess. Bobby?

“Yuh-huh?”

They did ask you to write on there, right?

“You kidding? Around here, this might as well be a Royal Warrant. They wanted me to do it on the front door.”

That actually does make sense.