It’s the day after Easter, and I’m finally finding time to sit down and chat with Buddy, our dog. He has been eager to tell me something since yesterday morning.
“So what’s going on?” I ask him as he curled up next to me on the bed.
“I talked to the Easter Bunny yesterday as he used our backyard as a shortcut to the neighbors house.”
“How exciting for you.”
“Yeah, first time I ever seen him, and I had to ask what he was carrying.”
“What was he carrying?”
“A big basket of colored eggs?”
“Did you ask him for one?”
“Yeah, but he said I couldn’t have any because they were for the kids.”
“I see.”
“I asked him where the eggs came from, and he said he doesn’t know.”
“I’ve always wondered about that myself.”
“I also asked why he delivers them.”
“What did he say?”
“He didn’t know that either.”
“That’s weird.”
“Not really.
“Why’s that?”
“Like you always say, most famous people don’t know all that much. I think it’s the same for famous animals. And he doesn’t speak German Shorthair very well either.”
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