Helga just aimed a steady barrage of verbal commands at an unseen dog (probably that lumpy, gad-about spaz Doggy). It's as though she expects her pets to respond like humans and comply to her throaty expectations. That's more than slightly ironic, considering she can barely get the Little Girls to put down the assault rifles and Rat-a-Tat to take a shower.
Does she expect Doggy and Shadow to trot after her in bow tie and tails, lighting ciggys and catering to her every whim? After they
failed to guard the porno stash, it's clear these terrorists can't be trusted.
To Doggy and Shadow: one more gaffe and it's straight to the hamburger plant for both you mutts!
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