It’s a Dog’s Life . . .
ME: Why are you looking at me that way?
DOG: Because you’re a mean daddy.
ME: How was I mean?
DOG: You took me to the mean lady.
ME: What mean lady?
DOG: The one at the place that smells funny.
ME: That’s not a mean lady. She’s a nice lady
DOG: No, she’s not.
ME: She gave you treats, didn’t she?
DOG: Well yeah, but . . .
ME: And she gave you lovin’s, right?
DOG: Yes.
ME: So why do you call her mean?
DOG: She stuck me with the sharp needles.
ME: That was yo give you medicine.
DOG: But I am not sick.
ME: Those were vaccinations. They keep you from getting sick.
DOG: I don’t like them.
ME: Nobody likes them, but they are necessary
DOG: They prick me. They hurt.
ME: Well, now you know how your little teeth feel, don’t you?
DOG: Open the wine.