Is politics in the air these days? We’ve got you covered!

We turned into the driveway and got out of the car. Mr. Heydrich and Mr. Parsons were both hammering signs into their yards, one red, one blue – or possibly one orange and one green, since I can’t always be trusted when it comes to colors, according to Bernie – and as they hammered they exchanged glares and hammered even harder.

We turned into the driveway and got out of the car. Mr. Heydrich and Mr. Parsons were both hammering signs into their yards, one red, one blue – or possibly one orange and one green, since I can’t always be trusted when it comes to colors, according to Bernie – and as they hammered they exchanged glares hammered even harder.
“Oh, god,” Bernie said in a low voice. We went into the house. Normally after a hard day’s work or even not a hard one, like today, we’d grab a drink first thing, bourbon or a beer for Bernie and water for me, but now we lingered by the window, me because he was doing it, and Bernie for reasons of his own. Outside old man Heydrich and Mr. Parsons hammered and glared, hammered and glared. Then from the Parsons’ house came Iggy’s amazingly high pitched yip-yip-yip. I trotted over to the side window, and there was Iggy, front paws against the glass of his side window, yipping in fury. I knew exactly what Iggy wanted to do, namely burst out of there and show old man Heydrich what was what, but the Parsons could never get the electric fence working right so these days Iggy stayed inside. Was it up to me as a friend to take care of the old man Heydrich problem? All I had to do was go to the door and Bernie would let me out. I could actually let myself out. Bernie and I had done a lot of work on door opening and I’d finally mastered the round type knob just the other night while Bernie was sleeping. So he didn’t know! Only I knew! What an exciting feeling! I started forming plans for old man Heydrich, but before they took shape Bernie backed away from the window, shook his head and said, “Politics, Chet. And the election’s not for a whole year.”

Politics? A new one on me. Was politics the glaring and hammering or the yip-yip-yipping? Or possibly all at once? Glaring, hammering, yip-yip-yipping? Politics sounded alarming .