She’s a brown bitch, he’s a black dog.
Brown: why are you scratching at the door like that.
Black: need to go outside and bark at the grass.
Brown: Again? What have you eaten.
Black: Well let’s see, there was that half of a rubber ball…
Brown: Nah, that wouldn’t do it.
Black: Or maybe the subway rapper we found on the walk yesterday…
Brown. Nah. I had some of that. Delish.
Black: Apple core?
Back: Well then I don’t know…why are you looking at me like that?
Brown: Nothing to do with that mangy bit of crow you found yesterday, or that dubious brown lump which may have passed through next door’s Weimaraner?
Black: That was a sausage.
Brown. Certainly looked like a sausage. Smelled a lot more like—
Black: I think Im going to hork…
Brown: Whoa, let me get clear…Eeugh, is that a pacifier see in there? They’ve been looking for that. Wonder what’s for dinner?