No place for old dogs

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“Are you sure you don’t need some help?”

“No. I think I can manage.”

“What are you looking for?”

“Our bowls are in there.”

“They’re empty, aren’t they?”

“Yes, but…”

“But what? If they’re empty, there’s nothing in them to eat – that’s what empty means.”

“Have you never gone back to your empty bowl and licked it, just in case there’s something there?”

“Not often. I usually do that to yours, in case you’ve left something.”

“And have I? Ever?”

“Not so far, but you might, one day. And when you do—”

“You’ll be ready?”

“You bet your sweet cheeks I will! But what are you hoping to find in there? The bowls are empty.”

“But there are plates and dishes in there. Haven’t you noticed, the don’t lick them clean like we do.”

“You can’t lick them!”

“Why not?”

“It’s human food; goodness only knows what you’re likely to be licking at.”

“It’s food. What more do you need to know?”

“Is it good?”

“You bet! They ate well yesterday. You have to watch the green plates, though.”

“Why?”

“Hot, hot, hot. Curry or something.”

“Can I come in and try some?”

“No, you can’t.”

“Why not?”

“One: you’re too old, two:  you’re too big and three: I called it first. I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you come in when I’ve finished.”

“But there won’t be anything left!”

“Precisely.”

“Oh, go on. Don’t be a meanie.”

“Okay. Anything to stop your constant whining!”

“Thanks. Now, where are they?”

“At the back. Can’t you see them?”

“It’s dark. Go on, help me find them. You know I can’t see much with these dogaracts.”

“Just sniff them out, then.”

“I lost my sense of smell before my eyes went dark.”

“You’ll be telling me next that your hearing is going, too.”

“Pardon?”

This was written in response to Kreative Kue 305 published on this site.

14 thoughts on “No place for old dogs

  1. A fun conversation between these two 🙂 I smiled throughout, and especially liked the “You bet your sweet cheeks I will” and “dogaracts” (clever!). My cat runs into the kitchen when we load the dishwasher, as she inspects the inside of the dishwasher’s door for any bits of food that have fallen. We’ve nudged her away, but she’s persistent.

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