SILVER: Wow, pop! Did a bird do that?
ME: Yes.
SILVER: Aren’t birds the things I always try to attack when we go for walks?
ME: The same.
SILVER: But just before I can attack them, you pull me back. And then you say things like “Live and let live, buddy” and “Silver, ask yourself… what would The Littlest Hobo do?” Those birds?
ME: Uh huh.
SILVER: All you wanted to do was protect them. And to say thank you, one of them poops on your car.
ME: Sure did.
SILVER: Not one day after you had to pay for a car wash to remove the poop the other bird did… on the exact same spot.
ME: Yep.
SILVER: It’s on now. Isn’t it, pop?
ME: It’s on, buddy. It’s on!