Who Will Arrive First?

My dog? Or your dog?

You: "What are you doing now?"

Me: "Nothing in particular."

"Can you come over?"

"Why? What's up?"

"Just come over." [Woof!]

"She's here!! She's here!!!!"

[Slam down the phone, rush out the door, drive hazardously, park haphazardly, run up to the door . . . .]

Happily ever after.

OK, so I guess your dog will come first.