I hate scripts, but sometimes you need them.
We've got a sign behind the counter, it came in with a box of books and stuck around.
A Rotten Dog Lives Here
Once a week or thereabouts some profound wit will spot it, read it aloud and ask the inevitable question "So, where's the rotten dog?"
While it would be temporarily satisfying to growl, snarl and inflict a rabid bite on a taut, rosy cheek I've developed this stock reply:
"The dog is more metaphorical than physical."
I'm sure this confuses more people than it enlightens, but it gets them off my back.
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