An Interview With...Ben

Ben is a 1 year old Chocolate Lab. He has been staying here since last week while his owner, Morne who I work with has taken his boys across the coast to get out of Christchurch after the quake.



Ben and Tash...why does he always
have the grin on his face???


Me; Hi Ben, so good for you to take the time out to have this chat, I know how busy you are crapping on my lawn, and trying to impregnate my bitch.
Ben; Woof!

Now for the purpose of the interview, I will translate as best I can. My Choco is a bit scratchy having had a Black Lab of my own here, but bear with me. Some of this interview may be lost in translation and I apologise to you dog-lovers out there...

Ben; No sweat. It was getting hot anyway so a break in the shade is cool.
Me; Ha ha! If you'll excuse the pun!?
Ben; Huh?
Me; OK, sorry, let's move on. So, last Tuesday, being closer to town than my dogs, talk me through the shakes.
Ben; Oh yeah, what a wild afternoon! There I was barking through the fence at the neighbour's Siamese when I thought she had struck out at me and I was knocked back on my back. Next thing I know, all hell has broken loose and I could hear my locals yelping and barking out to everyone.
Me; Wow! That must've been pretty hectic? What did you do?
Ben; I rushed back to the fence to check on the cat I had been chatting to, and there she was rubbing her head where a pot plant fell off the fence and hit her. I thought "great, serves the smart-arse right".


Ben and his wandering eye...

 Me; OK...so what brings you out here to the country?
Ben; That bastard owner of mine and his annoying little brats...don't get me wrong, I love being here, but I can't believe they didn't take me with them. So I left a little leaving present in the truck!
Me: What, you'd rather be on the Coast?
Ben; Nah...it's just I wish I was there as they don't realise I can break into the house and steal food, and beers. You have pretty tight security here.
Me; And what you been doing while you're here?
Ben; Well me and your biarch, Tash, have been getting on, but every time I try to show her a good time, she snaps at me. What? Am I moving too fast?
Me; Ben, you tried to hump her within 20mins of being here!
Ben; Oh, is that not how it's done? My owner, he makes moves before the girls give their name...certainly before he's paid for them.
Me; Ummmm, right, moving on.
Ben; Hey, and I'm loving the feed. What's that thing you do with my bikkies?
Me; What? I put them in a bowl...
Ben; Well, hey, that's cool, that's pretty swanky. (Looking at Scuzzy) Oi! What ya up to? Want me to show you a good time?
Me; Rightio...let's wrap it up there...
Ben: What did I say???