The dogs were talking.
As usual, they were lying around the base of the old oak tree in the early evening.
"One of the things that distresses me about kibble," said Anton, "is the large sacks it comes in."
"I know just what you mean," added Whitman, "It hardly makes you feel ...exclusive."
"Exactly," said Anton, "It's all just volume, volume, volume."
"I like volume," said Pippa.
"We know," said Malcolm.
"Individual portions," sighed Anton, "Carefully chosen, individually served."
"Variety," added Butch, "different cans with different recipes."
"Well-known brands for discerning dogs," added Whitman, "Like you see on the television."
"Food that doesn't rattle when it goes in your bowl," observed Malcolm, perceptively.
"I just love that sound - " said Pippa, " – it's pure music."
"Not quite up there with Bach, though." said Malcolm drily.
"But anyone can bark," said Pippa, whose musical education still lagged a little.
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The Kibble Dialogues
HumorFor some while now, a group of Dogs has been meeting every evening, under the old oak tree, to talk about the issues that concern them. Food, not surprisingly, is a major topic. So, too, are cats. (Please note the small 'c'). But their discussions g...
