A Dog’s Life
“I’m telling you, Rufus, that chicken won’t lay eggs for a week by the time I’m done with it.” Roscoe’s tail wagged as he talked, fanning a much-needed breeze for Rufus.
Rufus let out a breath as he looked up at his brother. “You always say that, then the man chases you with his shovel. One of these days he’ll get tired of you, you know.”
Roscoe’s tongue lolled out as he walked back and forth. “So he says, but he ain’t done it yet.”
“I swear, Roscoe, you don’t have the sense God gave a cat.”