The fish that sent me to the dog house

by Robert
(Moncton Canada)

My self being a good father decided to take my son out fishing for the first time. I took him to my best fishing spot, showed him how to put the worm on the hook, and how to throw the line so as not to scare the fish.
Well before you knew it, we had our limit of brook trout. We went home quit proud of ourselves.
My son asked me who cleans the fish. With a wink I said Mommy does. Big mistake. My son tells his mother that she had to clean the fish because dad said so. My wife sent our son to his room and the dog and I became best of friends. I’m sorry to say the fish never got cleaned.