Maggie: (Jumping up and down on the back seat, looking out the window of the minivan.) Oh boy! We’re going bye-bye in the car! Can you believe it? Bye-bye in the car! Woo-hoo!
Moxie: (sitting on the backseat) Yeah, yeah, settle down.
Maggie: C’mon Mox! We’re going in the car. The car. The CAR!!!!
Moxie: But do you know where we’re going?
Maggie: Of course! We’re going in the car!
Moxie: No dummy, I mean do you know where the peoples are taking us?
Maggie: Where? Somewhere fun? Somewhere with dogs? Somewhere with dead stuff to sniff? Tell me!
Moxie: Didn’t you see the suitcases in the bedroom? The people are going on vacation, and leaving us at the dog sitter’s.
Maggie: Oh boy! The dog sitters! Dogs! More dogs!
Maggie: What’s the matter Mox? Why aren’t you excited? We’re going to the dog sitters!
Moxie: Don’t you get it? The peoples are leaving us behind? It might be days or weeks before we see them again?
Maggie: Huh, I didn’t think of that…
Moxie: Who knows when, or even if, they’ll come back?
Maggie: What? You mean they might not come back?
Moxie: You never know with peoples. My first peoples took me to a dog sitter’s once, and I ended up in a cage at the shelter.
Maggie: What’s a shelter?
Moxie: It’s a place people take dogs they don’t want anymore.
Maggie: But the peoples still want us right? Right Mox? They aren’t leaving us forever!
Moxie: Well, I hope not. I mean, once you’ve done time in the big house, you don’t ever want to go back. You’re lucky you were just a stray they found in a swamp. Trust me, you wouldn’t last a week in the shelter with all those Pit Bulls.
Maggie: Oh please tell me they aren’t leaving us forever! I like it in our house! I don’t want to go back to the swamp! I don’t want to go to the shelter!
Moxie: Relax kid, it’ll be OK. (pointing out window) Look, see? We’re pulling up in front of the dog sitter’s right now.
Maggie: (looks out window) LOOK! There’s more DOGS!!!!! (starts jumping up and down) DOGS! DOGS! DOGS! DOGS! DOGS! DOGS! DOGS!
(The car door opens, and Maggie jumps out and runs to the door)
Maggie: C’MON! MOX!!! THERE’S DOGS!!!!
Moxie: (tail between legs, walking to front door.) I’m coming. I’m coming. (pauses, looks back sheepishly)
Maggie: (Looking at Moxie) Hey? What’s matter? Are you crying?
Moxie: *sniff* Nuh-uh!
Maggie: Don’t worry, everything is going to be OK. The peoples will be back.
Moxie: How do you know?
Maggie: I just know it! I’m a hound, I have a sense about these things.