I am a powerful orator ranking among the greats.
My lung capacity is exercised at every occasion.
I cry out to passing deer, bicyclists, joggers and of course other passing members of my own species.
This training of the trachea takes it toll on Dads and he too begins incessant shouting. Screams of “shut up Scooby” are often heard emanating from our ranch.
I am of the opinion that this is also good for him as it keeps his lungs in shape and gives us both something to do while we wait for Ma to get home.
Fortunately only Ma and the Bro do Siri or she’d join in too.
It will all come in useful soon as I step up and step out on the podium.
Blessing#1775-Power of Speech
Booming Banter 