So this morning our big newfie, Zora, just couldn't be bothered to stand up. She was all, "Yeah, I'll go on that walk with you. IF YOU'LL CARRY ME." Which, that wasn't going to happen since she weighs close to 200 pounds and also smells a little bad right now.
So then Ken Cannon started talking to her in his frustrated-but-trying-to-be-reasonable voice, telling her that she had to get up because he had to be in court this morning and didn't have time to mess around with a lazy dog pretending to be a hairy sofa right there in the entryway.
The I-have-to-be-in-court-this-morning argument? Didn't work. I don't recommend it for you and your dog.