Bud: Human, what did the hungry Dalmatian say after dinner? Me: Do tell. Bud: That hit the spot. Me: ha. Bud: What did the canine say to the tree? Me: what? Bud: Bark! Me: funny... Bud: And. What did the

Me: Bud, you've got birdseed on your chin. Again. Bud: mrffmmm Me: Old man, I feed you great stuff. And snacks. Why do you insist on eating the stuff I throw in the bushes? Bud: rrrr---rroughage?

Bud: You look worn out, human. Me: Yeah, it's been a rough week. Bud: I can tell. You need a night off. Why don't you go out tonight? Me: That would be nice...but what about your dinner, and your special

Bud: Adios, amiga Humana. Me: And where do you think you’re going with your ‘Hooked on Phonics’ Spanish? Bud: Make all the fun you want. I’m setting my sights on San Juan, where my local fan club has already

Bud: My anchovy-tasting club and I have decided to retrace the magi’s path across the Holy Land this year. Me: Anchovy-tasting club. Bud: We were watching ‘Lawrence of Arabia’ while tasting the latest

Bud: I've come up with a brilliant way to save you money. Me: Should I be afraid? Bud: It's a sure-fire winner. All you have to do is buy 2/3 fewer puppy cookies than you do now. Thousands in savings.

Bud: It's me, Human. I'm out here. Me: I can see that. Bud: Playing hard to get? Me: No Bud, I'm tired of being your personal doorman. Bud: Let me in. Me: Is this the last time? Bud: The last time for

Me: Looks as if you had a rough time of it last night. Bud: Hmf....females. Someone ought to write an operating manual. Me: I assume you were behaving badly. Bud: I was behaving passionately...carried

Bud: Hear ye, hear ye, minuscule Human! The Council of Canines has convened and I, the Grand Mastiff of the domicile... Me: Really. Grand Mastiff. You're going with that? Bud: DON'T INTERRUPT. Me: Sorry.

![5A0B103C-54E6-43F0-9587-6AE29EB99FAD.jpeg]( Bud: Human. It has come to my attention that you have made an appointment at the local saw bones for us. I have come to discuss the reckless disregard you

Me: Go hop in the car Bud! We're going to the beach! Bud: No hopping. No beach. Me: Aw. It'll be fun. I'll be bringing a picnic. Bud: Picnic? What kind of picnic? Me: Cuban sandwiches... Bud: I like Cuban

Me: Get out of there. NOW! Bud: Sure. As soon (lick) as I finish up (smack) this last bit of key lime (slurp) pie. Me: GET OU...what? Canines hate citrus. Bud: You and your generalizations. My refined

Me: What are you doing with my old law books? Bud: Getting ready for Judge Judy. I hate our new neighbors. Me: Whoa. Judge Judy is not Jerry Springer. She's small claims court. Bud: Well, I'm small. And

Me: Good Morning! Did you have a nice Valentine's night? Bud: No time to talk...in a hurry here. Gotta call an Uber and get outta town. Now. Me: I'm assuming this has to do with last night. Bud: You have

Me: Happy Valentine's Day, Bud. Bud: Go away. Don't look at me right now. Me: Poor Bud! Were you all forgotten by your friends today? Bud: Nah. I have so much Valentine's fan mail stacked up I don't even

Bud: I’m ready. Where’s my parade? Me: Ahem...excuse me... Bud: You heard me. Me: Yes...I’m just not sure I believed it. Bud: It’s your fault I’m not in New Orleans today enjoying Mardi Gras; the least

Bud: I was watching the Westminster Canine Extravaganza last night. I have a HUGE bone to pick with you. Me: So what else is new? Bud: I can't believe I'm not at the winner's podium as the crème de là

Me: Bud! Did you pee on the floor over there? Bud: What is this? The Inquisition? Me: Well, did you? Bud: Why do you ask? Me: Don't answer a question with a question, smarty pants. Bud: Why not? Me: Ugh.

Bud: Yo, Human... make yourself useful and lend me your opposable thumb there. Me: What a lovely box. How sweet of you to remember me on Valentine’s. Bud: Dream on. This is for Fifi. Me: After your night

Bud: Laisser le bon temps rouller, Human. Look alive before we gotta give up all fun for Lent. Me: You never give up anything for Lent. You’re not Catholic. Bud: Fat Tuesday is upon us. Let’s pave the