Rover woke up long enough to scratch his ear and then laid his head back down on the porch. “That dog of yours is the laziest beast I have ever seen!”
“You should have see ‘em yesterday, Ben. That dog right there chased that worthless Johnson boy right out’a my garden. Yes he did.” George proudly nodded towards the pooch.
“Yeah sure he did.” Ben mumbled. A bewildered look came upon his face and then he asked, “Where do you have a garden?”
George looked at him with surprise," You ain’t seen my garden?"
“No, I AIN’T seen your garden,” Ben huffed.
“That damn Johnson boy!” George scoffed. “He done stole my whole garden!”
Ben just shook his head, “You old senile coot. You never had a garden. And anyway the Johnson boy moved away two weeks ago.”
George looked squarely at Ben. “Then who did my dog chase?”
“It’s your story.”
“It ain’t no story!” George hollered. “My dog came runnin’ ‘round the house chasin’ somebody! I seen it with my own two eyes, I did! An’ he was carryin’ this!”
“George, it’s a bone.”
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