RUFF!! G was looking at Yogi with her head tilted, as if saying, “Of course it’s the perfect size, ya big buffoon!” 

Yogi went straight to work, popping the front tire off the Barge as easily as if he were popping open a can of soda. Bones, who had miraculously been silent for longer than a minute, burst out, “But how did G know what size to get?”

Yogi laughed. “This dog knows more than I do. And that’s not saying much!” 

G growled, as if so say, “Bite your tongue.” Yogi glanced at G and chuckled. He pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a miniature spatula and used it to pry the old tire off the Barge’s wheel frame, then fitted the new tire on.

He fiddled a bit with how it sat, spinning the tire and running his hand across it, then he stood up and dusted off his hands. It had all looked complicated to me, but Yogi had finished it in less than a minute. 

“What else could a man ever want?” Yogi said. “The best junk ever and the world’s smartest best friend!” G barked.

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