“Knock knock, how many people does it take to screw in a light bulb?” Fleegle asks.
“I don’t know, how many?” I say.
“Just one, but it takes a hundred to make the television commercial that tells you people which one to buy.”
“Ha-ha, very funny, Fleegle. How many dogs does it take to eat a biscuit?”
“Just one, me.”
“Nope, none. We’re all out.”
Fleegle grunts. “How many lazy couch potatoes does it take to go to the store to buy more?”
“None. I’m not moving. Potatoes can’t walk.”
He turns to his dog door. “I’ll get a couple sticks to poke in you for legs. Thank goodness for my sandbox and Buck’s trade in biscuits.”