'Honey, where's dinner?"
In my day we couldn't even go in the kitchen.
"Hand me a beer will you?"
You old bastard.
Looks like he's fought in the war, had two wives and kids that hate him.
When I was a pup we played outside in the backyard.
We didn't have all these fancy squeaky toys in my day.
Looks like he spends long nights at the bar.
I guess his days of fetch his over