George the Beagador thinks he has arguments with me, but his vocabulary is extremely limited, like Groot’s.
It begins when George stares at me fixedly with his yellow Rosemary’s Baby eyes.
“No,” I reply, “you don’t need to go outside. I just took you outside.”
“Woo woo,” George says, in a distinctly argumentative tone.
“But I just took you out a couple of hours ago. You don’t need to go!”
“Woo woo!!”
“No, George, I am NOT taking you outside again! That is absolutely final!!!”
“Woo woo WOO!!!”
And then I take him outside.
George always wins those arguments we don’t have.
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