*driving back from brunch*
DAD (commenting on a scruffy little terrier of some sort): That's a sorry excuse for a dog. ME (thinking of pest control and cuddles): ...That's the sort of dog you get when you need one to do a cat's job. DAD (affectionate snark): I didn't know cats *had* jobs, or accepted them if they did. ME (running with it): Cats work exclusively freelance! That's why, sometimes, you need a dog.













