"There's nothing at the door but I saw a leaf blown by the wind. Let me sing joy you the song of my people" -my dog
Let me sing them the song of my people.Libby is not much of a barker, but she will when someone comes to my door, and she also does this when she is kenneled and knows that I'm somewhere else in the house (at my brother's).
Someone's at the door. Let me sing them the song of my people.
Dog: What is it? Me: It's a tree. Dog: Can I eat it? Dog: *stares blankly* Me: What? Dog: I'm gonna eat it. Me: Once your ass gets a stomach ache I'm gonna let you stay there and grovel in pain because you should have listened.