Sheila: What a party! I can't wait to get out of these heels.
Buck: We'll be home soon, lambchop.
Sheila: Take the thruway...it's faster.
Buck: I think I can manage. We live three miles away. It's not exactly "Incredible Journey", you know.
Sheila: Sorry, dear. Drive on. Did you enjoy dinner?
Buck: Mine tasted like week old kibble.
Sheila: Really? You should have had some of mine. It was delicious and the portions were enormous.
Buck: Same as our hostess.
Sheila: Bucky! You devil. She likes you, you know. The way she came rushing at you before we were barely to the door...anyone would think you were the mailman!
Buck: Bite your tongue, darling!
Sheila: Buddy certainly didn't. I thought he was going to bore the entire table to death, going on about his show ribbons.
Buck: Not impressed, my pet?
Sheila: He's overbearing. Thank god you studs all went off to your little preserve in the den to have your chew sticks.
Buck: We have to, darling. If we had to stay and hear bitches going on about puppies and flea bath shampoos, we'd all start howling.
Sheila: Bucky, what a thing to say. If any of the wives have got fleas, then I'm sure they got them from their husbands. After all, who knows where they've been?
Buck: I don't know about that, lambchop. We're all kept on dreadfully short leashes.
Sheila: And you love it!
Buck: I'm going to pull in at this gas station. I need to use the men's room.
Sheila: You always drink too much at parties.
Buck: They had flavored water! And a fully stocked bowl!
Sheila: All right dear. I'll just run in to the ladies' and check my collar.
Buck: What for? We're only going home.
Sheila: I've got plans for you!
Buck: You sweet Jezebel.
Sheila: You animal!
Buck: I think I'm just a lucky dog.
Sheila: Oh, Bucky...
for the Photo Challenge at Real Toads. Photograph by Daryl Edelstein.