Here’s the deal. Pick up that rubber band and shoot it across the room. I’ll scamper after it like a lunatic, pick it up, and bring it back for you to shoot again. I will.

Why are you looking at me like that? You don’t think I’m a dog? Okay. Ask yourself: Do I have four legs and a tail? Huh? Am I covered with fur? Well? Am I? How much proof do you need?

Go ahead. Shoot that thing. Come on. I dare ya.