Monday, April 7, 2008

Hound Shaver


‘Morning.’

‘Morning.’

‘Turned out nice, hasn’t it?’

‘Yes, it has.’

‘Down, boy. Down. Don’t worry—he won’t bite. He’s just being friendly.’

‘What sort is he?’

‘Collie.’

‘He’s certainly friendly.’

‘Oh yes, he’s that all right. Only last week he—Christ! What are you doing...?’

‘It’s perfectly safe. Just an anaesthetic. You’ll be conscious again in approximately half an hour.’

‘I...I.....’

‘Come here, boy. Come to Daddy.’

Click

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!

‘Arf! Arf!’

Bzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt...

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