“Wotta week!” Fido said.
“Yes, it sure was. You must be exhausted, Old Sport.”
“That’s OK, because I’m a dog, and even when we’re exhausted, if there is still a little bit of fuel in the tank, we can keep on going.”
“Well put. Humans aren’t quite like that, and the older they get, well, you know. Did you have a favorite part?”
Fido showed no hesitation. He wagged his stump.
“Foolsday was my favorite part!”
