As I walk out into my yard, I notice that my meticulously manicured lawn is full of huge holes! I look over, and there he is, digging holes in my yard.
“What do you think you are doing?” I ask. Receiving no answer, I ask again, “I said, what do you think you are doing, digging these huge holes in my yard!?”
He ignores both of my inquires and continues digging.
Ranting on, I shout, “Stop this digging at once!”
With a smile on his face, Fido pulls his bone out of the hole he just dug, and walks away.