We often speak for the dogs, who seem to have similar mock voices. Walt likes to be right with you and often climbs into David’s lap, even in an office chair. He says, “I’m comin’ up!”
Note the squeaky ball on the desk. Walt brought it over to play but Casper, aka The Fun Police, growls and barks when he squeaks it, so we have to put toys out of reach as they arrive. She says, “There will be no fun around here! I’m going to attack you for having that ball even though I don’t want it!” He never stops grinning (we call that look Cartoon Dog) even when she gives him the snarliest looks.
The ball is not particularly out of reach if you consider that when we are out of the room, Walt gets up on counters to grab what seems interesting and then chews up the items on the bed or under the dining room table. Last week he even took a souvenir magnet I got in Rome off the fridge and ate that. While we were out of town this weekend, he apparently got a new package of Patagonia socks off my tall dresser, tore a hole in the bag, and somehow got one of the socks to Casper who ate it and has been pooping it out for three days.