Cyndi: Marcus, are you okay?
Marcus: Yes, why?
Cyndi: Because your head has been turning side to side and up to down for the past few minutes. Do you need medication?
Marcus: No. I'm fine. I'm just looking.
Cyndi: For what?
Marcus: Jan said there's a good boy here and I've been trying to figure out which one of us guys she was referring to. Micah has been stretching out on the mantel and knocking pictures to the floor. It wasn't Rusty or Percy, and Buddy is too old to be good or bad. He's just tired. So who is left?
Cyndi: Why, you are!
Marcus: Me? You all tell me I'm a pest, too noisy and hyper and -
Cyndi: You are!
Marcus: Then how could I be a good boy?
Cyndi: I'm still trying to wrap my head around that, but nevertheless, this time I have to admit you were a good boy.
Marcus: What did I do?
Cyndi: A lot of dogs zip out the door the moment they see a crack. They get lost or hit by a car or picked up by Animal Control. Our screen door hasn't been closing properly when Jan goes in or out lately. And you haven't once taken advantage of that.
Marcus: I haven't? Am I sick?
Cyndi: Not that I know of. But yesterday Jan was talking to someone, opened the door to come in and turned back to ask a question. She walked to the end of the porch, saw something move out of the corner of her eye, looked down and you were sitting at her feet. You had an opportunity but you didn't run away.
Marcus: And that makes me a good boy?
Cyndi: Yes, I'm afraid so.
Cyndi: You're rolling your eyes. What are you up to?
Marcus: I'm wondering about the reward.
Cyndi: What reward?
Marcus: The one Jan doesn't know she's going to give me - yet. Wow, this is really going to be a Thankful Thursday!
We're joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home.