There is a man and a woman. They live in a little house. They own a little dog.
"Woof, woof!" says the dog. "Woof woof woof!"
The man is playing with the dog. The woman is cooking dinner.
"Here Spot!" says the man. "Go get the ball! Good boy!"
"Woof, woof!" says the dog.
"We are so lucky", says the wife. "We are such lucky people, to be so happy."
"Woof woof!" says the dog. "Woof, woof, woooooooooo-"
"Uh oh", says the woman. "Dog needs wound. Get that, won't you honey?"
"All right, dear." He grabs the dog's tail. Turns it like a crank. "There, that's better", says the man. "Isn't that better, boy?"
"Woof!" says the dog.
"There's a good puppy", the man says.
He walks into the living room to read his paper. There's a feline frozen in mid-meow.
"Honey!" the man calls. "Cat's out of batteries again."
"What's she take? D-cells?"
"C, I think."
"They're in the closet.I'll get them."
Another minute and the cat is chasing dust bunnies along the wall.He walks into the kitchen.
"Dinner smells good, dear."
"It'll be ready in a jif."
"You're the best darn cook ever."
"Flattery will get you everywhere."
"Er, honey . . . "
"Yes, dear."
"Honey. You got a cord running out of you."
Sure enough. It runs from her left buttock and plugs into the wall, right behind the refrigerator.
"Well, I'll be gosh-darned. Where did that come from?"
"I--I don't know. Funny I never noticed it before. Wonder how long it's been there. I couldn't say."
"And honey, look at you. You've got one too! "
"Holy cats!"
"Honey?" she says. "What do you think it means?"
They think about it for a while. They think and think and think. Dinner burns.
"I guess it doesn't mean anything", he finally says. "That's the way it's supposed to be."
"Oh", she says. "Okay. That sounds all right to me."
There is a man and a woman. They live in a little house.
"Plant's wilting", the husband says. "Better plug it in."