Old dog—new ticks
Brown: It’s probably just a spot.
Black: Spot? Since when do dogs get spots?
Brown: I knew a dog called spot once.
Black: What is the matter with you? I have a humungous itchy lump on my head and all you can do I talk about a dog called Spot?. I’m going to rub my head in the twolegs jeans. See if he notices.
Brown: Okay I will, too.
Black: Stay away. This is purely medicinal.
Brown: Aw, you get all the fun. I’ll just sit here and gnaw this TV remote. Mmmm, love the taste of batteries in the morning.
Black: There, see, I told you there was something wrong.
Brown: Oh, you’re back. Well, what did he say?
Black: A tick.
Brown: OMG, he wants to send you up to quarantine in the roof space?
Black: Not attic, a tick. Like blood sucking parasite.
Brown: Eeeugh. Is it out?
Black: Yeah. Thinks it might have come from the deer park.
Brown: Think that’s what Fenton was doing? Running from a tick?
Black: No. Still, it’s a lesson well learned.
Brown: Is it?
Black: Yeah. Now we know it’s wrong to say that you can’t treat an old dog’s new tick. See what I did there?
Brown: Maybe you should go to the attic. Pass that TV remote, will you?