Conversations With Bud

Me: Go hop in the car Bud! We're going to the beach!
Bud: No hopping. No beach.
Me: Aw. It'll be fun. I'll be bringing a picnic.
Bud: Picnic? What kind of picnic?
Me: Cuban sandwiches...
Bud: I like Cuban sandwiches.
Me: ...and beer...
Bud: I like beer.
Me: I know.
Bud: What else are you bringing?
Me: A frisbee. We could use a little exercise.
Bud: ugh...Might as well invite a bunch of Retrievers...you just dumbed down the whole event.
Me: Ooooo...that's a little on the breedist side...
Bud: Never mind. What else you got in mind for this little extravaganza?
Me: A little walk on the shore. It'll be a nice way to cool us off...
Bud: That did it. I'm staying home.
Me: You're always yapping about being left behind. Now I plan something with you in mind and you're giving me attitude?
Bud: This is all about luring me outside to run around, get all sweaty, run in the sand, and dunk me in salt water. That ends up as a visit from Luis the groomer. No thanks!