“Johnny, Chance pissed again on the antique sofa that I paid seven hundred dollars to re-upholster. I said it wasn’t a good idea to bring that St. Bernard inside.”

“Janyce, I told you he was on death row. I couldn’t let him die. I’ll take him outside more often. Give Chance another chance.”

“Ha-ha…funny.”

***

“John, Chance tore the waterbed apart and flooded the house. You and Chance can have the damaged bed. Tomorrow, buy or build him outside living quarters. I’ll sleep at Mom’s. ”

***

“Outside, Chance. Come-on boy, let’s go outside.”

“Gruff.”

“Outside, NOW.”

“Grrrr, gruff.”

Johnny grabbed the leash and pulled but the dog didn’t budge.

Janyce walked over, holding a pork-chop bone, and said, “Come on outside Chance,” and he followed her out the door.

***

“Janyce, I need your help. He insists on staying in the truck.”

She brought out a chunk of cheese, “Come on Outside Chance.” The dog jumped out.

“So, he has a new name.”

“And, we have a new food budget.”

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