Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

“You’re not wearing that coat to the game, are you?” Bob backed away from his friend Dave in mock disgust.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because it’s probably still full of fleas from when your dog slept on it.”

“So what. It’s twenty-eight degrees outside. That’ll kill any fleas.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Bob scoffed. “What about the fleas on the inside? There’s gotta be some on the inside, ‘cause your dog slept on it for two days. I’ll bet it’s got fleas all over it, inside and out.”

“What makes you think Rusty has fleas?” Dave spotted his dog in the corner, scratching like mad, and he immediately started to itch.

“Because he’s a dog,” said Bob, who hadn’t noticed Rusty scratching.

“So what,” scowled Dave. “Just because your dog has fleas, and ticks, and bad breath, and he farts all the time, doesn’t mean all dogs are like that.”

“Sure it does. Have you smelled your dog lately? He stinks. And he’s always dragging his butt across the rug, so he’s probably got hemorrhoids, too.”

“Yeah, right,” Dave snorted. “You’ve probably got hemorrhoids. Now let’s get going, or we’ll miss the opening kickoff.”

Just then, Rusty slid past them, pulling himself along with his front paws. “Wait one second,” said Dave. “I think I’ll change my coat.”