A Conversation Before Dinner.

"How's that new grill working out for you, Gert?"
"Not too bad, since we butchered Feathers. That's him on the rotisserie now."
"Boy, life's going to be a lot quieter around here without Feathers around! He used to wake me up every morning."
"Yes, I know. I knew by the third time the police showed up at my door."
"Sorry about that."
"No worries. So, when he's finished on the grill here, you want a bite to make up for all that noise?"
"Oh, it's okay. I don't eat terrier anymore."
"Pity."