“Every Dog has his Day and every Bitch – Two Afternoons.”
There was once a dog, call “Dog” and his mate called “Bitch”.
They lived in a comfortable suburban home with their owners.
Every day started with a bowl of dog food porridge and every day ended
with a bowl of dry biscuits. In between they drank from bowls of water.
On Sunday’s they were given bones from the owners table, after they
finished their meal.
On being handed their bones,
Dog would run away and bury his bone, returning to snatch Bitch’s
from her, eating it and then saying, “Haven’t you heard,
‘Every Dog has His Day!’ Sunday is my day – ha! ha!”
The following Monday, whilst Dog was fast asleep dreaming of Doggy Bone Land,
Bitch searched until she found Dog’s buried bone, which she ate with relish,
carefully burying the remnants. The following afternoon Bitch dug up the
remnants and ate those too.
On Wednesday Dog went off happily to find his bone, which of course was
He was furious and snarled at Bitch, who responded nonchalantly; “Haven’t you heard:
‘Every Dog has his day and every Bitch two afternoons, haha!”
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