Charlton: ... Yes, of course. I totally understand how much you love our little Pickles.
The man struggles to hold the slippery phone with his shoulder as he scrambles to open the perfectly-sealed can.
On the newly updated package of the can, a relunctant smile was extorted from the Border Collie.
Charlton: But, you see, as his best friend, his will is what I value the most ...
Charlton: So, in this case, I would respect his own wish ...
Wendy: Woof?
Pickles: Woof, woof. <Sorry, Wendy.>
Pickles: Woof woof woof.
Pickles lays down on the floor next to her.
Pickles: Woof woof woof. <After all, these calls has eaten up a significant amount of the day.>
Wendy: Woof woof!
Pickles: Woof, woof woof woof. <Yes, they are the reason for the emergence of those oddly-flavoured canned food.>
Pickles: Woof, woof woof? <But at the end of the day, why would humans think it is a good idea to add sea bass in canned dog food?>
Wendy approves of this comment. She lets out a resigned sigh through her nose and crouches down on the floor.
The two dogs lay on their bellies, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the man who is now giving a passionate speech on his love for dogs to the other end of the phone.
Charlton: Who can say no to his smooth fur? He is the cleverest dog I've ever seen.
Charlton: But he prefers a quiet life, my friend. I have just turned down an offer for him to be the brand ambassador of the pet hair brush 2 minutes ago ...
Charlton: I'm so sorry, I ...
Charlton: ...
Charlton: What did you say?
Charlton: Oh wait, the one before that, no, not this one, before that too ...
Pickles: ...
His black, furry ears prick up.
Pickles: Woof, woof woof. <This look on his face ... I think I have seen it before.>
Pickles: Woof … <Wendy ...>
Pickles turns around to his friend, but the bulldog has ignored his call and trotted outside the door with her favorite bouncy ball in her mouth.
Charlton: No way, France? Really?
Charlton: And on a c-cruise ship ...
Charlton: Well, sure, no problem at all ... He is going to love this ... I bet he would ...
Pickles: ...
Pickles: sighs
The standing ears slowly droop.
Pickles: special thinking noise <Perhaps at this point ...>
Pickles: whimpers <I shouldn't be surprised by his doings anymore.>
