There we were enjoying a leisurely stroll when we spied something ahead - Dweeb tugged and pulled the Mom to make her move a little faster until he could finally press his nose to it. The conversation went like this :
Denny - what is Reilly?
Reilly - doh!
Denny - it looks like a ball?
Reilly - double doh!
Denny - there is something wrong with it?
Reilly - triple doh!
Denny - Maybe it is a sad ball and is feeling all neglected and deflated like
Reilly - mumbles under his breath and shakes his head
Denny taps it with his paw - there there little ball - I still like you
Reilly - turns pleading eyes to Mom - can we move on NOW before I am forced to bite him!