WTF, Dawg?

I have begun to take my notes in a format which reflects an announcer calling a game. Here is a sample of today’s action: The boyfriend attempts to leave in his truck, but the dog, ever rebellious, blocks his path. The boyfriend calls the dog, but to no avail. From the porch, Helga says, “Get the fuck out of the driveway,” and Doggy sits there for a moment before moving. After he moves she says, “fucking dog.”

I have half a mind to write to the humane society. I don’t understand how this poor woman has put up with this insufferable dog for all of these years. She made it very clear to him that she meant business and that he was to get out of the driveway and what does he do? He just stands there; the nerve! She even conveyed to him her impatience with the use of an expletive! This is some dog. If it were up to me, this obnoxious creature would be put down. Who does he think he is holding Codename Boyfriend up for his bi-hourly cigarette run? If the kids are going to ease their way into smoking, they need to be exposed consistently! Otherwise, they might not feel as cool the first time.