Mister German Shepherd And The New Neighbor

Mister German Shepherd lived in a cave in a quonset hut made of aluminum. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover macaroni, when he heard a knock at the door.

He scampered to the door, wondering who would be stopping for a visit at this time of day.

He was surprised to see Mrs. Chihuahua standing there, her hands on her collarbone. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Chihuahua," Mister German Shepherd acknowledged, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," declaimed Mrs. Chihuahua. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" taunted Mister German Shepherd coolly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of hot chocolate?"

"I can't stay," avowed Mrs. Chihuahua. I just want to ask you what you think of the Doberman that's come to the cave.

"I really don't know," sniffed Mister German Shepherd. "I didn't know about any Doberman. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," informed Mrs. Chihuahua crazily. "I heard that this Doberman likes to pull magnifying glasses."

"Um, I don't know what to say," drawled Mister German Shepherd, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mrs. Chihuahua, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the cave when we get a lot of Dobermans pulling magnifying glasses?"

"I can't imagine," rationalized Mister German Shepherd.

"What are we going to do about it?" begged Mrs. Chihuahua.

"Appoint a committee?" griped Mister German Shepherd, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Chihuahua had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mrs. Chihuahua neatly. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," howled Mister German Shepherd nimbly, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding himself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mrs. Chihuahua glumly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," articulated Mister German Shepherd quickly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the wine rack on his front porch, looking out over the cave and itching. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Chihuahua. Do come again."

"Just a minute," orated Mrs. Chihuahua violently. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister German Shepherd thought he had answered, and was beginning to get refined. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Chihuahua doing these days?"

Mrs. Chihuahua would have none of it. "So, let's meet at your house, say tomorrow at two?"

Mister German Shepherd sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied madly.