The daily routine of checking mail box involves me asking Rosie if she wants to go outside and telling her to sit and wait while I check for cars. She proceeds to not sit and stares at me expectantly for several moments, where I then cross my arms, give her a look, and tell her again to sit. After a few more moments, she reluctantly sits quickly with a thump and exasperated sigh/grumble. Only then do we go outside.
My dog is such a teenager. :P
My dog is such a teenager. :P