My dog, Bolshoi the Boxer walked in through the door, looking all frazzled, scratched,cut and torn.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” I said, pointing to him.
Bolshoi glowered at me but made no reply.
“Cat got your tongue?” I teased.
Bolshoi growled at me and started washing himself in the small tub that serves as a basin.
“Why don’t you let the cat out of the bag and tell me what’s bothering you?”
I am as curious as a cat sometimes.