"Had a dog who liked to go out wearing a party hat and toot a noisemaker - its just something he did. People thought I was being mean; dog walkin 'round, rubberband grabbin the flesh on his little neck, pointy hat stickin sideways - damn it to hell - tootin that stupid whistle with the what'sis honkin in and out every step...."
Lou laughed, "He put it together himself! Seen the folks at the party doing it, he did, and took it up as a hobby!" I admit, there didn't seem to be a word of truth there. Pooper saw it on my face.
"That's what the folks on the street thought too. So I'd pull the what'sis out of his mouth and snap off the party hat and toss them on the sidewalk. They'd squirm as old Beaver got his nose back into the band and his tongue around the what'sis and a smile backing his pug mug!"
"Show me the picture," I said, "I'll believe it when I see it."
"Funny,"said Lou, "seems I always see it when I believe it" He shrugged and looked at me. Seemed to be daring me to believe that one too.
"last laugh..." he said, with typical ambiguity.