Dog...gone Difference

We were all sitting on our tails in the yard the other day, scratching fleas and barking at whatever struck our fancy, when a friend of mine asked a serious question.

"Do you suppose," asked my friend Collie, "That farmer Jones will shoot ole Blue Tick for eating his prize rooster?"

"Don't know," I said, trying hard to get at a particularly pesky flea.

"Serve him right," barked Chihuahua, that funny looking Mexican that lived down the road a piece.  "You no can trust them Blue Ticks, they all no good, I theeenk."

"I don't reckon it's fair to say all Blue Ticks are bad just because one killed a rooster," I replied, a little irritated on account of I'd killed a few pesky chickens in my day too.

"Vell, if you vould take a goot look at dem, dey vat got no good track record," stated German Shepherd.  "Und dey multiplies like der rats und dey don't eber do any vwerk."

"I agree with German Shepherd," yelped Pikingese, my Chinese neighbor.  "All them Blue Ticks ever do is lay around, have puppies, and beg for hand outs.  Hah so?"

"You got a lot of gall to say that!" yelled Chihuahua.  "You Pekingese are just a bunch of bug eyed, over bred oriental mutts who think your tails don't stink!"

"Now wait just a cotton pickin' minute!" I yelled.  "How often has ole Blue Tick shared his grub with you guys and invited you to go huntin' with him?  By golly, more times than I can shake a stick at I'll wager."
"Keep yer blasted trap shut," barked Bull Dog.  "You darn Rebs are always runnin' off at the mouth.  You ain't nuttin but a Heinz-57 hound living on past glory as it is."

"Now! Now!" yipped Collie.  "There's no bloody sense in insulting each other.  After all, we've all got bones to pick, no need to dig up any old skeletons."

"I'll insult anyone I chose!" replied Bull Dog.  "And no pesky English foreigner is gonna tell me I can't."
"Can it!" I yelled.  "Here comes ole Blue Tick."

"Well! Well! I hear you're in deep kemshe," barked Pekingese, as old Blue Tick plodded up and stretched his lanky frame out on the ground next to us.

"We'uns all make mistakes boys," replied Blue Tick.  "Thang is, we gotta remember to stick together in time of trouble."

"Now just vat do you mean by dat?"  growled German Shepherd.  "I vill not take der blame vor your stupidity.  You dink I am crazy?"

"What I mean," barked Blue Tick, "Is the fact that we're all dogs and friends and we've got to stand together and not let social, cultural, religious, or racial prejudices ruin our love and respect for each another."

"I agree!" yelped Pekingese.
"Si, me too," barked Chihuahua.

"Und I vill go along mit dat," German Shepherd spat.

"I guess you're right," growled Bull Dog.

"Hip! Hip! Jolly good!" Collie chimed in.

"I wonder," I asked the gang, "If people have the same problems we dogs do?"

"Not possible," old Blue Tick wailed.  "They all look so much alike, they don't have any reason to be prejudiced."