Fudge Doesn’t Get the Job – Book Number 14

You can tell when a dog isn’t in the best of moods. The tail is droopy and wags really slow if at all. And the bark turns into a scowl or a growl. Fudge had come home. I could see that he was definitely not in high spirits.

“You’re home early,” I said.

“I didn’t get the job”, was his brief reply.

“What happened?”

“They don’t accept dogs”, he answered.

“What do you mean they don’t accept dogs? What kind of thing is that?”

“They told me that they can’t hire a dog for the job.”

“Did they say that in the ad? Did they write ‘this job is for humans only’?”

“No they didn’t, it would have saved me a long walk to the station and two buses,” Fudge replied.

“Do you want me to phone the boss and complain?” I asked. It seemed the least I could do.

“No,” Fudge answered. “It won’t help.”

“Did you tell them that you can speak several languages?”

“I did”.

“Did you tell them that you have a correspondence college degree

“I did.”

Well, then, what did they tell you as the real reason for not hiring you?

“It must have been after I puked those jelly beans. On the CEO’s shoes.”

“Yes, I supose that did it.”

“Yathink? And not what I did afterwards?”

“That too.”