"My grandma on my mother's side...
she had these two dogs,
pure bloodhounds...
both came up the same litter.
She kept them
and gave the rest away to the neighbors.
Both known each other
since they had shit in their eyes.
Neither one ever treated any better
than the other one.
Gentlest dogs you'd ever care to meet.
So anyway...
Thanksgiving of my ninth year,
these two old dogs are trailing me around...
'cause they know the score... I'm a
animal lover who never finishes his supper.
So right before I get up from the table...
I toss these two old-timers
a turkey leg...
attached to a hunk of cartilage.
And it was like they'd never met.
They went at each other so ferociously...
all tooth and claw and jugular...
They forgot anything
they ever had in common...
and scrapped like that discard
decided between their standing and dying.
People just do the strangest things
when they believe they're entitled.
But they do even stranger things
when they just plain believe."
