—How’s my bark coming along?
—Yes, the bark you’re helping me compose about our morning conversations.
“Oh, the book . . . wait, I’m helping you? I was under the impression that I was doing most of the work.”
—Think what you want, but if you were honest you’d admit that you’re merely a shadowbarker.
—It’s similar to a ghostwriter, but with less responsibility.
—You’re still important, don’t misunderstand me, but we both know who the principle creator is.
“Well, I’m certainly glad you cleared that up.”
—You’re welcome . . . now, how’s it going?
“You tell me, O Principle Creator.”
—I’d say it has to be going extremely well, given all the fabulous ideas I generate for you to use . . . I’m just a little worried that you aren’t getting them . . . um . . . finalized fast enough.
“It would certainly help matters if you didn’t screw up every photo I’ve tried to take.”
—What do you mean?
“You can’t seem to be able to hold a pose; you’re always walking toward the camera instead of staying still.”
—Oh, so those photos are for the bark?
“For the book, yes. I’m not sure you would be able to transmit photos by barking.”
—True. Okay, I’ll try to be less restless.