Salem and I are watching our neighbor, a yellow Labrador, playing outside with his human when Salem scoffs, “He thinks he’s so cool. I bet he has fleas.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Look, his human throws a frisbee and he catches it in his mouth.” Salem rolls his eyes.
“That is kind of cool.”
“Big deal. Remember that time I swallowed a piece of yarn and pooped it out in knots?”
“Yeah,” I stammer, “you got that going for you.”
We sit and watch them play for awhile.
Finally, I look at him and say, “You know, if you practice and work at it, I bet you could learn to catch a frisbee in your mouth, too.”
“No, thanks. It’s a lot easier to make fun of him.”