It was 8PM on a random Thurs. night.  Luna was doing that thing she does where she's pacing back and forth in front of me.  Won't settle down, anxiously following me all over the house.  I'd already fed her.  She'd already gone for a long walk to the park.  She'd gotten a bone that day and the kids gave her several cookies.  Seriously----how much more can I possibly do for you (sound familiar)? 

She cut me off for the 5th time in the kitchen and I said to her, "Luna, seriously NOTHING else good is going to happen today.  It's all down hill from here.  Go lay down".  


And that's how I talk to my dog.