It's a dog's life

Naomi and Dennis invited me and my humans around for drinks.  By that they mean that they quaff a lot of wine and drivel on about politics and the human condition and something called COVID-19 while I lie under the table and dream of digging up bones.  I mean, I haven't even seen the first series of COVID and they are already on 19.  They seem to be obsessed about it, maybe I can get it on Dogflix.  While they droned on and on I'm sure I got a whiff of squirrel. There was definitely a smelly squirrel up in a nearby tree.  Now the proximity of a squirrel is a conversation worth having but by this time they were banging on about which season of Ozark or Fargo was the best or whether there is anything at all redeemable about current pop music.  I was so bored I started to snap at passing flies.Then they started to laugh at stuff.  I've noticed before that the more they drink the more they laugh.  It's a hideous sound to a doggie's ears.  I mean, they tell me off if I bark even a wee bit, but they think it's okay to guffaw and ho ho as loud as they like.  I think I might have to send them off to human training before they get completely out of control.