There's times I can tell my dog's getting frustrated with me because I'm not understanding him. That's about the time he just leaves, I'm sure he's murmuring "dumbass" as he's trotting away.
OK, that one nailed me- hard. Change a few things and put a BKK in the background, that's my dawg right there. It may be late, but I see a belly-rub and some treats for her before I hit the sack tonight. I think she's actually older than we think she is. We think she's about 8-9 now, wouldn't be surprised if she was 10-11. Rescue dogs, who knows?