My 10 year old is attempting to train our relatively new greyhound Lola to sit. It sounds like this:
Lola, you’re not going to sit if you don’t do it.”
I wander by just to snoop and notice Abby has a wad of lunch meat bits that she’s using as a bribe. I think “Hmmmm…I haven’t bought lunch meat recently.” so I ask “Abby, that’s not rotten meat is it?”
“No it’s bologna.” she replies.