A Boy and His Dog

[groan of protest]
What the hell's lumbering you.
Dog: Your headlong plunge into stupidity.
Dog: Last night was inexcusable.
Dog: Leaving her for the pack would
have been the intelligent thing to do.
I wanted her.
Dog: I know you wanted her about half a
hundred times. Why we still hanging around?
I want her some more.
Well listen my friend I want to get rid of this pain in my side
and I want to get away from here.
The screamers can come back any time, you know.
Oh, what the hell you worrying
about that for. We can handle all that.
That don't mean she can't go with us.
Dog: Go with us? Are you out of your small mind?
Dog: What good is she? It's all we can do to feed our own selves.
You know you're starting to sound like a poodle.
Dog: You're starting to sound like a jackass.
Blood, come on. Hey!
It will still be 50 50 with you and me.
Hell, I owe you.
Dog: Don't try that hackney ruse on me.
Oh come on, I just meant like that time
that, that old screamer made a grab for me.
You know that righteous tone green he was too,
all glowing like a fungus, oozing and eyelashes...
Boy, made a grab for me, and you went for him.
You'd been burned bad, too, and died.
That would have been all of it for you, right?
Dog: Now get that dramatic catch out of your voice and tell me
how she's going to carry her share of the load up here. Tell me....
All right, okay, just don't hang her
Dog: Harangue, not hang her..
I don't care whatever the hell, you just knock of
the crap or we can forget the whole stinking arrangement
Dog: Well, maybe we should, you simple dumb putz.
Putz. What's a putz. Is that something bad?