âIâm all itchy and scratchy,â Fido said. He sat on his haunches, bent down a bit and scratched behind his ear.
âWow, thatâs a lot of fur that just flew off your neck, Old Boy,â I said. âLemme take a look.â
There wasnât anything that I could spot that was out of the ordinary.
âFido, itâs shedding season, and I can make a lot of jokes out of that.â
âYouâre shed out of luck, for one. â
Fido made a little noise that sounded very much like a chuckle.
âOr,â said I, âYouâre up shed creek without a paddle.â