She said, “You’re talking about prairie dogging.”
“Huh?”
“You know, it shows its head, but never comes out.”
“That’s pretty gross. You know, I’ve seen a prairie dog farm.”
“There’s such a thing?” she asked.
“Yeah, out in Texas. I saw it when I was a kid.”
“What’s it like?”
“Like whale watching without the water, boats, and whales.”
“Really, Dad?”
“Seriously. You stand there against a fence waiting for one to come out.”
“Prairie dogging,” she said with a wry smile.
