Barking dog
One night our dog suddenly began barking almost every night at around 3 a.m.
Irritated and sleepy, my husband, Larry, searched the back yard for what might have disturbed this otherwise peaceful animal.
For three days he found nothing amiss. When the dog woke up the neighborhood a fourth night at 3 a.m. with frantic barking Larry finally snuck around the house through the alley only to discover our quiet neighbor, the last man you’d suspect of wrongdoing, throwing pebbles over the fence at the dog.
My husband demanded to know what he was doing.
“My mother-in-law is visiting,” the embarrassed neighbor explained. “If she gets woken up in the middle of the night one more time she says she’ll leave.”
Telephone call
I was sound asleep when the telephone jarred me awake.
“Hi!” It was my peppy mother-in-law. She proceeded to rattle on about the busy day she had ahead and all the things that awaited her the rest of the week.
“Mom,” I interrupted. “It’s five in the morning.”
“Really? What are you doing up so early?”
Shoe Sale
The clerk in a shoe store was trying hard to persuade his customer that a pair of uncomfortable shoes fit her.
“I’m telling you, these shoes are too pointed and too narrow,” argued the customer.
“But, madam,” replied the salesman, “everyone is wearing narrow, pointed shoes this season.”
“That may be,” countered the customer, “but I’m still wearing my last season’s feet.”
