|Now that, says Euka, was a play session!|
Ooh, is that roast beef? he asks.
Ack! Get off the counter, Bodine! I say. Take those litter box feet of yours back to the floor. And what? I must be mad at who?
The cat makes a clear, and rather impressive, leap over to the dinette table. He lifts a hind leg and gets down to personal hygiene business.
|Let me know when you're done on the counter, willya, says |
Bodine. I have some important business to tend to.
What are you talking about, cat o'mine? I say. The puppy is right here. See? Holly's on the dog bed in a Down Stay. Right, Holly? Good girl, you.
Not that tail biter, says Bodine. The other one. Wow, you really don't remember, do you? Maybe you should start writing this stuff down.
Wait, I say. Are you talking about Euka? Bodine, you dip, we turned Euka back over to CCI for her Advanced Training. It's been over two months ago.
You don't say, says Bodine. He waves a dismissive paw in the air. Well - a few hours, a few months - it's all the same around here. If it's not one dog, it's another.
He shifts his cleaning efforts to his other cheek. Huh. So you're telling me, says the cat. That we've swapped out yet another yellow dog? Can't we just install a revolving door or something to speed up the process? Hey, you know what? I'm not even going to bother to learn their names anymore.