Ghost Dog

Troy: “Dada, there’s a ghost dog up here.”
Me: “Ghost dog?”
Troy: “Yeah, I saw him the other day. He’s sitting on the fence.”
Me: “Oh, do you mean that green Scooby Doo?”
Troy: “Yeah, I think he’s a stuffy, but he looks like a ghost.”
Me: “I agree. He has that light green color like he’d glow in the dark. So, if he’s a ghost dog, then does that mean his name is Scooby Dooby Boo?”
Troy [laughing]: “I like that…Scooby Dooby Boo. Dada, you’re funny.”
Me: “Thanks, bud.”