A hypothetical conversation with my dog might go like this.
Me: Don’t you think it’s time to go outside?
Mulder: Huh? Oh yah!! When don’t I want to go outside?
Me: I should probably brush you when we’re out there, too.
Mulder: Ok, I’ll think about it.
Me: I might even give you a treat when we get back inside.
Mulder: I’m smellin’ what you’re talking about. Make it a bone and you’ve got a deal.
Me: You’ve got a lot of hair I need to get out of you. You’re going to be brushed for quite a while, you know.
Mulder: Sometimes I just have to look the other way when you’re talking. I don’t have to stand there being brushed for 20 minutes. I mean really.
Me: Do you think I won’t give you a treat when we’re done? Have I lied to you before? You know I’m not that way.
Mulder: I’m kind of done listening to you now.
Me: Why aren’t you listening to me?