Bozo, my dog has always been an arch enemy of my cat Billo. But there have been subtle changes in his attitude recently. He even proposed to her. But she was not relenting. Finally she told him that he had to answer her questions correctly for her to decide on the matter. So, here it goes:
Billo: Why do you bury your bones in the ground?
Bozo: Cuz I can’t bury them in the trees.
B: Good. Now, the next one. Why do you wag your tail?
B: Cuz no one else will do it for me.
B: Hmm. Why don’t you speak to your foot?
B: Cuz it’s not polite to talk back to your paw.
B: I am suitably impressed. So, which is your favourite city?
B: New Yorkie.
B: Who is your favourite comedian?
B: Growlche Marx.
B: Umm. Umm. You come across intelligent. Do you email?
B: No, I pee-mail.
B: What will you do if it rains cats and dogs?
B: I will step in a poodle.
B: I am surprised that you never went to school. What if I wish to eat a dog (you)?
B: You can eat a hot dog.
B: What’s your favourite food?
B: Anything that’s on your plate.
B: Bad, bad. I won’t allow that. Tell me, why do you need a license whereas cats don’t?
B: Silly, it’s simple. Cats can’t drive.
B: Heavens1 Is that so! Tell me, when will you say meow?
B: When I will learn a foreign language.
B: Good. Very good. One final question. What would you do if you fell in a swimming pool?
B: Obviously. I would get wet.
B: No, you will never go to swimming pool as I don’t like water. Promise me this.
B: I make my solemn promise. I will never get wet.
Bozo’s answer acted as a catalyst. Their puppy love blossomed. Soon they sent catalogs (wedding invites) to all. They went on their honeymoon on a catamaran. There are no more catastrophes or catcalls. And there is no catch here. As they fall in the same category. They cater to each other. She goes for catwalks. He minds the cattle. He copycats. She likes him more.
And they both lived happily ever after.
