Bobbi doesn't like my dog. It's not that she hates him, he's just a big dog and she's a little person and he annoys her with his whole "big dog in the room" presence. She also likes to point out how dumb he is, which I always defend by pointing out the fallacy's in her dog. The conversation usually goes like this:
"Boodreaux is so stupid."
"Cayman shits in the house."
"Does he have to cry like a little girl when we don't let him in fast enough?"
"Does Cayman have to shit in the house?"
"Why does he bark whenever someone gets near his food bowl?"
"Why does Cayman shit in the house?"
Of course, Boodreaux doesn't make my job any easier when he walks under the kitchen table and can't figure out how to get out.