5) That puppy in the window needs a serious smack-down. Who does he think he is, coming onto the deck of my house after dark and barking at me and running at me whenever I run at him, as if he thinks he can run me off? He's not all that. Man, if I ever catch that little bastard, he's meat. That'll show him for mocking me by copying my every move.
But in the mean-time, I wonder what my family is laughing at? Humans. Go figure.