It’s a Dog’s Life . . .
DOG: [Jumping up and down as he greets us at the door]. You’re back! You’re back! You’re back!
ME: Of course. I said we wouldn’t be gone that long.
DOG: But it was soooooo long.
ME: It was only a couple of hours.
DOG: So very, very long.
ME: Well, we’re back now.
DOG: What did you bring me?
ME: What makes you think that I brought anything for you?
DOG: You went to dinner, right? I can smell it on you.
ME: Well, yeah, but . . .
DOG: And whenever you go to dinner you bring me a doggie bag.
ME: Not all of the time.
DOG: Yes; all of the time.
ME: Not this time.
DOG: Liar. I see that bag and I can smell what’s in it.
ME: Really? What do you think is in it?
DOG: [Sniff] Left over steak. [Sniff, sniff.] New York Strip. [Sniff, sniff, sniff.] Medium rare.
ME: Uncanny.
DOG: Gimme!
ME: Fine.
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