The First Hour:
Me — Who’s my wittle puppy dog? Are you the smart boy? Can you fetch? You’re so cute when you say ‘Arf, arf.’
The Second Hour:
Me — O.k. let’s stop being a dog now. It’s time for lunch, alright? That’s enough of that. Let’s stop barking. No more barking, Will.
The Third Hour:
Me — Please…for the love of all that is holy…STOP BARKING! I’ll take you to the toy store. You wanna go get a Thomas Train? Just say yes. Say yes. Don’t bark it. Say it. SAY IT!!
Day’s End:
Me: ARF!
And this is how insanity happens. Good grief!
I see those meds you used to sell creeping closer and closer in your future…hee-hee!