The Last Word
“Ed, get that damn dog off of my couch,” Mary Lou shouted.
“It’s bad enough that it costs more to get his hair done then mine and that he appears to be deaf half the time. Now you have taught him to play dead on the furniture? What is wrong with you?”
“Ah, come on honey, you’ve got to admit this is just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. It took me hours to train him to do this.”
“Ed, sweetie, you’ve got way too much time on your hands. I think it is time to reconsider early retirement and perhaps think about getting another job.”
“You know something, Mary Lou? Hollywood is always looking for fresh talent. Zippy here could be a STAR .”
“Ed, I do not want to burst your bubble but there is just not a lot of demand for stunt dogs in Hollywood, especially one that only knows one trick. Now if you could teach him to snore while playing dead, we might have a winner!”
Zippy yawned, turned his head to the side and said, “Would you two please shut up. I am trying to get some sleep.”