In which I am feverish and play badly with others
Me: *lying on my bed, netbook in hand, barking*
Gwen: *freaking out by the bed, barking back at me*
Joe: *comes down the hall, looks in* James May's Toy Stories is coming on in a little bit.
Me: I'm feverish and I'm too cranky to play with other people.
Joe: Is that why you're barking at the dog?
Me: She started it!
Joe: *amused* Do I have to separate you two?
Me: I think she wants to go outside.
Gwen: *perks up*
Moral of the story:
I am the Dog Whisperer. I'm just a feverish, unpleasant dog whisperer who would prefer to bark back at my pets until someone else takes notice than move.
Gwen: *freaking out by the bed, barking back at me*
Joe: *comes down the hall, looks in* James May's Toy Stories is coming on in a little bit.
Me: I'm feverish and I'm too cranky to play with other people.
Joe: Is that why you're barking at the dog?
Me: She started it!
Joe: *amused* Do I have to separate you two?
Me: I think she wants to go outside.
Gwen: *perks up*
Moral of the story:
I am the Dog Whisperer. I'm just a feverish, unpleasant dog whisperer who would prefer to bark back at my pets until someone else takes notice than move.