She’s a brown bitch, he’s a black dog.
Black: Please, don’t sniff that. It’s been dead about a month
Brown: 27 days and 6 hours.
Black: Don’t go all CS! on me. I know where the buried bone is, remember.
Brown: Tell me, please, please?
Black: Let it fester a while. Now come on, an Afghan just peed on that stump.
Brown: Oh wow, yeah.
Black: Go on then. Ladies first and I’ll top it off.
Brown: Okay just give me one….Squirrel!!
Black: OMG. She’s got no control. Like a dog after a …squirrel. Concentration span of a…Oh, wow! Big black and white thing with four legs that smells of beef in next field!
Brown: (Panting)Almost got him.
Black: You know a squirrel’s just a rat that can climb trees.
Brown: Ye-e-eh. Next time I’ll get him, for deffo. Oh look, mud patch, yay.
Black: Oh, for crying out loud. Did you bring the frisbee?
Brown: Did I bring the frisbee? It was you that left it next to that interesting slimy lump at the bottom of the garden.
Black: Do I have to do everything myself.
Brown: No, I would have if you’d ask….rabbit!
Black: Give me strength.