It is funny how dogs pick certain words out of their extensive vocabularity to respond to with acclarity. Certain words are nabbed out of conversations not meant to be collected by canine ears.

And the prize release word around our house, the word both humans use indiscriminately as a spacer while they attempt to collect a train of thought . . . usally spoken after finally getting two rottweilers and one very opinionated long-haired mini dacshie quiet and at down stay . . . the word the collective ears can hear a block and a half away whispered by a stranger . . .

Bonk, Bonk, Bonk! Master, tell me again why we have three dogs? Around here people are looking at us strangely; it is sad to see to adults with grown children going about spelling key words . . . then spelling them backwards . . . mouthing words without sound . . .

But the word that must be spoken with ultimate care, the word all potential visitors are carefully warned about, the word that two people much in love must use in secret . . . the word usually spoken when you feel need to be held up . . .