This evening, I put on my shoes and picked up Izzie’s leash to take her for her last walk of the evening.
Me: C’mon Izzie, let’s go outside.
Izzie: [Stare] I know you don’t think I’m going outside.
Me: Izzie, c’mere. Let’s go.
Izzie: [Stare] Aren’t I speaking English? I’M NOT GOING.
Me: Izzie, COME HERE [snaps fingers].
Izzie: Dangit. It’s the finger snap. I guess I really have to go [reluctantly walks toward me]