Light bulb? What light bulb?
Light bulb? Light bulb? That thing I ate was a light bulb?
Just one? And I’ll replace any wiring that’s not up to code.
Yo quiero Taco Bulb.
Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.
I can’t reach the stupid lamp!
While it’s dark, I’m going to sleep on the couch.
It isn’t moving. Who cares?
The sun is shining, the day is young, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, and you’re worrying about a stupid burned-out light bulb?
Can somebody else do it? I’ve got a hangover.
Mastiffs are NOT afraid of the dark.
Let the Border Collie do it. You can feed me while he’s busy.
Puh-leeez, dahling. I have servants for that kind of thing.
I’ll just blow in the Border Collie’s ear and he’ll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.
Kathleen Crisley, specialist in dog massage, rehabilitation and nutrition/food therapy, The Balanced Dog, Christchurch, New Zealand