Today is turning into one of THOSE days. This scene has played itself out at least three times today:
[RANDOM SOUND COMES FROM OUTSIDE]
Darwin: [CHARGES TO THE DOOR BARKING LIKE A LUNATIC. SHOVES MUZZLE THROUGH MAIL SLOT.]
Bunneh: [JUMPS OUT OF HER DAMNED SKIN. EVERY. TIME.]
Darwin: [THROUGH THE MAIL SLOT] ROOROOROOROOROO!
Bunneh: Darwin, enough!
Darwin: [Looks at her like "You cannot possibly be talking to me THERE ARE THINGS OUTSIDE AT WHICH I MUST BARK."]
Bunneh: Go. Lie. Down.
Darwin: ["You're kidding me, right? THERE ARE THINGS! OUTSIDE! I HAVE TO BARK AT THEM!"]
Darwin: ["FINE." And then finds a spot, flops down, and lets out a mighty, aggrieved sigh.]
Bunneh: [goes back to what she was doing]
Darwin: [sulkily] Mruff.
Bunneh: [gives her darling dog such a look as could freeze water.] Enough.
MY DOG GETS THE LAST WORD WHEN WE ARGUE. WHAT IS WRONG HERE?