Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

Doggone it!!
Wayne Andrewartha
“Yes, of course I can talk. Why not? If a horse on TV can
talk, then surely a dog would have no problems. Everyone knows
dogs are way smarter than the average horse.”
“Okay. Let’s get back to what I was saying. I’m an intelligent,
and, even if I say so myself, a cute, black Doberman called
Angel, who can talk, although only to Toby, my master.”
“I know what you’re thinking. I can hear it in your
silence. What’s this stupid dog on about? Dogs can’t talk,
period. But you’re wrong - I can. And not just regulated barks
or woof woofs either - plain English. And before you say it,
just because you haven’t heard me talking doesn’t prove
anything.”
“Alright – I concede I have a doggie accent, but Toby seems
to understand me. He just can’t tell anyone else. You might ask
why? Because no one would ever believe him, that’s why.
Especially since I’ve decided to talk only to him. Even the
friendly females who rub my ears and say “Isn’t he cute?’ don’t
get a word out of me.”
“Thinking back to the time when he first brought me home, I
didn’t need to talk to get my message across. I remember that
first night so well. Everything was strange to me – new smells
and new places to investigate, and a new owner to train. I
recall that Toby was sitting at the kitchen table eating sirloin
steak and fresh vegetables. It smelt so good; I was drooling.
He’d already fully laden my dish with food - dog roll and dry
biscuits. Oh, very nice, if only I couldn’t smell his steak.
Now, I ask you – is that fair? When did equal rights disappear?”
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