I am roommate to the wussiest dog on the planet. She hasn't moved off her giant pile of cushions in three days.
Jenny: Lila, why don't you go outside and run around? It's nice out.
Jenny: There's, like, weather out there. There's birds doing things that you hate. You'll like it.
Lila: It's hot.
Jenny: You're a dog.
Lila: I don't think I care for your tone of voice...
Jenny: Uh. I'm not sure your opinion actually matters in this situation--
Lila: ...and I'm not going out there.
Jenny: Oh, come on. Are you kidding me?
Lila: You go outside.
Jenny: Oh, look, Lila! Look! Look! I have a baaaalllll...
Lila: You can take that ball and shove --
Lila: I desire grapes.
Jenny: Right. Well, I can't give you grapes. They're bad for dogs.
Lila: (disdainful yawn)
Jenny: ...And, as you may recall, you're --
Lila: I require Pupperoni. You will fetch them for me, human.
Jenny: Oh, for --
Lila: Fetch! Fetch!