We’re moving, we’re really moving, WE’RE GOING FOR A RIDE!


(Tails wagging, tongues lolling. Giddy dogs look all around as I back the car out of the garage.)

Woo HOO! Let’s GO!

(Twisting in and out, around and around, back and forth and side to side.)

Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff – what’s that smell? Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff. Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff. Sniff sniff sniff – is that GRASS? Snuffle snuffle snuffle – it’s GRASS! I LOVE grass! Let’s smell up all the grass!! Snnnniiiiiiiiiiiffffffff.

(Car rolls to a stop at end of driveway. Dogs shoot to a window, pressing wet snouts against the glass.)

Why are we stopping? Are we there? Is it time to get out? WE’RE ON A RIDE!

Hey, look at the bird! And another one! And another! They smell almost as good as grass, I love the birdies so much, sniiiiiiffffff

WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF. Who’s that? WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF. Can we play? Please? Please?? Stop the car so we can play — WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF —

(Car brakes for a turn and dogs stagger, stumbling into one another as they fight to regain their footing.)

Where are we now? Ooh, there’s still grass. And more birds. Are we going to play? Are we? Are we? Are we going to Mike’s? I wanna go to Mike’s. LOOK THERE’S MORE GRASS. Sniiiiiifffffff.

(Phoebe circles four more times then drops out of sight. Gracie drapes her head over the backseat, tongue hanging out, grinning goofily out the front window.)

I love the car, the car loves me, I LOVE THE CAR. This is the best day EVER EVER EVER, I smell the grass I smell the trees I LOVE THE CAR.

(Window rolls partway down. Phoebe’s head pops up as Gracie’s head swings toward the sudden rush of air.)