“How does she know we’re not from around here?” Bones asked innocently. 

Great. He had been sucked into this circus, too. Yogi laughed again. “G knows everyone in town. She’s a very gifted dog.” 

G barked at Yogi. “Sorry, G!” Yogi said. “I mean, she’s a very gifted ‘girl,’ not dog.” 

RRRUFF!! It was amazing, the tone of the dog’s bark had changed. It was like she was approving of what Yogi had said. 

Bones raised his hand like he was asking a question at school. Yogi grinned and said, “Yes, you there, do you have a question?” 

Bones pointed up at the sign. “If your dog—I mean, girl—doesn’t like to be called, well, the d-word, then why the sign?” 

Yogi laughed. This guy sure liked laughing. 

“Fair question, young man! I made the sign when G first came to me. I was a bit lonely and so happy to have a companion that I named the yard after her. When I unveiled the sign, G just looked at it and walked away. She wasn’t very happy, so I added another G and told her that the second ‘g’ was for G.” 

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