I pulled this off of Reddit
"Man, my dog must think I'm insane. There's a perfectly good glorious porcelain water-bowl (in a room where getting water on the floor doesn't matter) that's always full and I get mad when he drinks from it. Filling and re-filling this far less useful bowl on the floor in the kitchen.
And then I go and shit in his glorious porcelain waterbowl, yet I'm the one who gets mad when he thinks eating frozen cow-shit is a good idea. Yet he puts up with it just fine.
What about the fridge and the garbage? Odd boxes where I keep the food and what to his mind must be the especially delicious food. And I never eat from the container of delicious smelly mixed foods and get mad if he does. Instead I carry it out in plastic bags into the large green boxes of incredibly delicious food.
Also I insist on picking up his poop in plastic bags as well and throw them into the containers of incredibly delicious food, which makes no god damn sense...
God, my dog must think I'm the most retarded member of the pack. My dog probably thinks my name is Moon Moon.