Me: Missed you, Ducky.
Ducky: Less talking. More head rubbing. You owe me.
Me: I know. We aren’t usually gone overnight. But the Lady’s Sister was here and you like her.
Ducky: She doesn’t like that cat.
Me: I know.
Ducky: That helps me with the liking of her.
Me: I’m sure.
Ducky: You both left me at home for six weeks.
Ducky: Felt longer.
Me: I think you use the myth just…
Ducky: Did you go to an overnight dog park?
Me: No. We ran in a half marathon.
Ducky: Ah ha! You could have taken me! I love running!
Me: Yes, but you’re more of a sprinter. A half marathon is pretty long.
Ducky: How long?
Me: 13.1 miles.
Ducky: Is that far?
Me: Yes. It’s a lot further than you have ever gone without needing to sit and rest.
Ducky: What’s the furthest I’ve gone?
Me: Three quarters of a mile.
Ducky: That’s not further than 13.1?
Ducky: Sounds further.
Me: Yeah. Words are funny. Short words can describe long distances. You can’t just count syllables.
Ducky: Am I ever going to need to know what a syllable is or can I move on?
Me: Moving on is probably cool.
Ducky: Maybe I could train? Build up my endurance.
Me: Yeah, I don’t know if that’s safe. And even if you could, they don’t let dogs in people races.
Ducky: I bet they do if you get me…
Me: For the last time, I am not getting you a vest.
Ducky: Come on!
Me: Those are for helper dogs.
Ducky: I’m helpful!
Me: Not regularly
Me: Look, I’m sorry we were away for a night, but I think I’ve made up for it by being down here on the floor and rubbing your head for six weeks.
Ducky: Didn’t seem that long.
Me: Time flies.
Ducky: Missed you, Daddy.
Me: Missed you too, Ducky.
Ducky: Love you.
Me: Love you.