Hello, good summer night!

That dog is feisty, real feisty, okay, treats, bitch, mm-hmm.

Well, you know, he's a good boy, a good boy.

Can you imagine if animals could talk, what they would say to us? I don't even want to know.

Oh, I love this. I love, love, love this. If it wasn't because my dog would try eating every single one of those, I would get him that. But he already complains as it is. I don't need him telling me actual words, his little roo-rooing and all that and arguing with me the way he does now. That's good enough for me.