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The choker

May 2nd 2012 09:32

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Daisy: You’re an idiot.

Larry: I know.

Daisy: Those leftovers added to our dinner tonight were absolutely delicious.

Larry: I know.

Daisy: Roast pork offcuts, beautifully and painstakingly cooked by Big Boss, including crackling to die for. And he generously gives it to us. He didn’t have to do that.

Larry: I know.

Daisy: And you spoiled it. Wasted it. Made a mockery of it.

Larry: I know.

Daisy: You should have chewed it, especially the crackling.

Larry: I know.

Daisy: If you had chewed it, you wouldn’t have spent an hour sitting on the sofa sounding like an asthmatic diesel engine running on one cylinder.

Larry: I know.

Daisy: So why are you such an idiot? What possible justification can you give for eating that food in that moronic, thoughtless, disgusting, neanderthal way?

Larry: (Sigh). Daisy, do you really not know the justification? Do you live so much in the suburban present that you have forgotten the past? I have the justification of instinct. It’s an instinct forged by 3000 years of breed history. That’s how long greyhounds have been fighting for survival on Earth, and things were not always as comfortable as they are for us here and now, sitting on a plump sofa with full tummies. True, the food instinct is stronger in some than others, but if I don’t eat daintily like you, if 3,000 years of survival instinct takes over when food is placed in front of me, please don’t make a shallow judgement than I am a glutton. If anything, I am more in touch with our heritage than you are.

Well?

Daisy?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Daisy: You’re right.

Larry: I know.

Daisy: I’m an idiot.

Larry: I know.

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The grass god

February 18th 2012 06:26

Daisy: Every time we go to the dog park and you play chase the ball with Little Boss, you get a mouth full of grass.

Larry: Oh, the sublime thrill of the chase, and the balletic grace with which I execute it.

Daisy: It makes you wonder how often they mow the grass. Looks like every five minutes, given the amount your slobber-coated ball collects and transfers to your tongue.

Larry: I think I spotted an eagle this morning, hovering on high, be-thermalled, watching in awe as I streaked after the ball, swooped and gathered …

Daisy: It looks ridiculous.

Larry: Me chasing a ball looks ridiculous? Now just a minute …

Daisy: No, your tongue looks ridiculous, covered in grass.

Larry: Tongue? Grass?

Daisy: Have you heard one word of what I’ve been saying?

Larry: Somewhere there is a ball-chasing Hall of Fame. My name’s probably come up in early-candidacy discussions.

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Trouble in Arkansas

April 1st 2011 01:47

Daisy: Where's Arkansas?

Scratchy: I don't know. On the other side of the railway track?

Daisy: No, goofball, it's a long way away.

Scratchy: Past the dog park?

Daisy: Way further than that, you worm-filled weimaraner. I reckon it's actually on the other side of Melbourne.

Scratchy: Worm-filled weimaraner? Anyway, why do you ask?

Daisy: Because it said on the news that all the dogs and cats in a town called Greenwood in Arkansas have been put in pens and are allowed out only if they are muzzled and on a lead.

Scratchy: The town's full of racing greyhounds?

Daisy: No, it's full of rabid skunks.

Scratchy: I'm not following you.

Daisy: What else is new? Six skunks caught recently in the town were all carrying rabies. Authorities have ordered all skunks be shot on sight, and all other animals kept quarantined unless, as I said, muzzled and on a lead.

Scratchy: I'd like to see a muzzled cat on a lead. What's a skunk, anyway? Is it edible?

Daisy: Normally, no, not even you would want to eat a skunk. In this particular case, doubly no.

Scratchy: Big Boss once said I'd eat a black hole if you sprinkled some salt on it - which is wrong, by the way, because I wouldn't need salt. So aren't you underestimating my world-renowned ability to eat anything?

Daisy: Let me tell you a little about rabies, Scratchy. It is a virus that lives in the saliva of host animals, which it attacks via the brain and spinal cord. The consequences are convulsions, choking, frothing at the mouth, paralysis and, quite often, death.

Scratchy: Oh. Maybe not, then. I’m glad Arkansas is on the other side of Melbourne. How long ‘til dinner?

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Upsidedowndogs

March 20th 2011 03:17

Daisy: Scratchy, why are you standing behind me?
Scratchy: I thought this might be a food queue.

...oOo...

Daisy: There is a web page called upsidedowndogs.com.

Scratchy: Ridiculous.

Daisy: I love your open-minded, embracing, objective attitude to life Scratchy.

Scratchy: Huh?

Daisy: The web site contains a lot of pictures of dogs asleep on their backs.

Scratchy: What’s the point of that?

Daisy: Dogs can look funny when they sleep on their backs. Their lips fall away exposing their teeth, making them look like they are growling. Or laughing. It can be humorous. The web site turns the pictures upside down, so the dogs are the right way up, if you see what I mean, to make them look even funnier.

Scratchy: Stupid.

Daisy: What is stupid about it, you larval lump of lassitude?

Scratchy: Lar what? Anyway, it’s stupid because I don’t believe dogs look funny when they sleep on their backs. I’m sure I don’t, anyway.

Okay, maybe a little bit funny.

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An unusual turn of speed

January 24th 2011 09:41

Listen, I think I can hear an organic cow.

DAISY: Can you believe the story that woman told on Saturday morning? I still can’t stop laughing.

SCRATCHY: What woman?

DAISY: The one at the bread and baked stuff stall.

SCRATCHY: What bread and baked stuff stall?

DIASY: The one where Little Boss bought the pizza base.

SCRATCHY: Pizza base?

DAISY: Scratchy, do you have tapeworms for brains? Don’t you ever notice anything? One of the stalls at the fresh-produce market we walked through on Saturday had fresh bread and other baked stuff being sold by a woman with white hair and a gentle smile.

SCRATCHY: There was more than one stall at the market on Saturday morning?

DAISY: Of course there were … wait, organic beef.

SCRATCHY: Hmm?

DAISY: There was a stand selling organic beef in various cuts, plus fresh mince and prepared patties, and they had lots of pictures of their stuff. That’s what you were looking at. That’s all you saw, wasn’t it?

SCRATCHY: Hmm?

DAISY: I thought so. So you completely missed the lovely lady’s story about the greyhound who did a U-turn at the start of the race.

SCRATCHY: What? Nobody does a U-turn at the start of a race, Daisy. Believe me, I’ve been there and I know. Far be it from me to point out your lack of, um, first-hand experience in this matter, but you’ll just have to accept the word of someone older and wiser than you.

DAISY: You are extraordinary, Scratchy.

SCRATCHY: Thank you, Daisy. But why do you say that?

DAISY: Because after more than six years of life, you have finally made a speech containing more than two sentences the main theme of which was not food. Pity that it was such garbage.

SCRATCHY: Garbage?

DAISY: Shut up and learn something. The woman at the market told a story about a greyhound who was trained on a farm in the old way, by chasing live hares.

SCRATCHY: That’s illegal.

DAISY: It is, but this was many years ago, and it was not uncommon. So the trainer of this greyhound had gone to the trouble of rigging up a fair copy of a starting stall, and he put the dog in the stall, and then he released the gate a second after releasing a live hare.

SCRATCHY: Are live hares as fast as mechanical ones?

DAISY: Good heavens, a reasonably relevant question. No, Scratchy, they are not, but they have a big advantage over mechanical hares. They can, being alive and all, dodge and dart and turn.

SCRATCHY: That’s hardly fair!

DAISY: Oh shut up. The dog, according to the lovely lady’s story, came out of the starting gate and saw the hare and, of course, took off after it. The hare saw the dog and took off too, but in an unexpected direction. It darted around and past the dog, in a U-turn, and disappeared behind the starting gate assembly.

SCRATCHY: That’s a funny thing to do.

DAISY: Not half as funny as the greyhound’s first start a few days later in a real race. The gates opened and all the dogs ran off in a straight line except one dog who did an instant U-turn, ran behind the starting gates and started sniffing everywhere for a hare.

SCRATCHY: I can’t wait until we go to that market again. That organic beef stall is the stuff of dreams.

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