Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

“From that very moment, I needed to re-establish his
priorities towards me. Otherwise, I’d be eating doggie-type food
forever. To change his attitude, I must admit I was a bit
naughty. I waited for my chance. It came shortly after Toby went
to the fridge to get another beer. When he returned and sat
down, I walked over to the table, carrying my tray containing my
untouched food in my mouth. Without warning, I dropped my food
all over his black trousers - made a hell of a mess. I just
looked up at him with my big brown eyes, as if to say ‘it wasn’t
my fault.’ It got his attention though, because the very next
night, I dined on steak just like he did. Best thing was – I
didn’t need to say a thing.”
“Before I tell you how I first came to talk to Toby, maybe
you can answer something for me? Why do humans only clean the
top part of their furniture? Don’t they know there’s an
underbelly? As I crawl under furniture like the dining table,
all I find is cobwebs, dust, and other undesirables. Not good
for a dog’s fur, now is it? It makes me sneeze a lot as well.”
“Carrying on with my story, I promised to share how I first
started talking to Toby. It all happened when I was very young.
I was so full of energy, I just couldn’t sit still. Toby had
been trying to read a book, but couldn’t concentrate with me
racing around the room, banging into furniture and knocking
things over. He’s a slow learner, but finally he got the hint.
He decided to take me to the park, so I can burn off this
energy, and sniff out every nook and cranny, a doggie’s dream.
In this particular park, there are many interesting nooks and
crannies, I must say.”
“Oh no, I shouldn’t tell you that – I forgot – dogs aren’t
supposed to talk. “
“Anyway, back to the park. Toby had bought a ball along for
me to play with. After he’d released my lead, he flicked the
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