Barking for Fun

I'm so lame. We grilled buffalo bacon blue cheese burgers this evening, and ate them out on the patio with salad and corn on the cob. As we sat, digesting, a neighborhood dog gave a single mid-pitched "woof."

Not one to resist, I barked back, and waited. It returned my bark. We played a game with each other for a couple of minutes, until a bark-fest ensued that involved other neighborhood dogs. By then, the mosquitoes were getting a bit annoying, and I didn't feel like slathering on sticky insect repellent, so we went inside, chuckling.

Neither of us have room for a piece of the strawberry-rhubarb pie I made. It can wait until tomorrow.