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put the dog in the witness box with this big smirk on his face!
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This could get as addictive as the Forum. I'm seeing the dog on the witness stand, being cross-examined by plaintiff's counsel: "Isn't it true that Defendant asked you on the night of the 18th whether you wanted to go for a walk, and then he signed onto SOG for three hours?" And the dog's tail is wagging vigorously and the thought balloon above his head says "blah blah -- Walk??!!! Go for a WALK!!!? YES!!"
Or we're in the parties' residence, the fellow glued to the computer monitor, a portrait posted for critique, the wife in the doorway, dressed in an evening gown, the dog standing upright beside her, wearing a fedora and pocketing a pipe, and the wife is saying, "Did you
hear me, Steven? I said I'm taking the dog out for a walk and then dinner. We'll be late, don't wait up." (And maybe the husband is saying, absently [and naively, to make him truly "me"], "Okay, you guys have fun.")