As the blood flowed from Amanda’s finger, Rover looked up at her master, wide-eyed. His puffy tail started wagging faster and faster, providing the only ambiance in the room. As the tempo increased, she continued to glare angrily at her once loyal friend: this was no longer a matter of a simple bite, it was an uprising, a slap to the master, essentially saying, “Bitch! This ain’t yo’ house no mo’!”. Suddenly he stood on his hind legs. His mouth uttered, “Amanda, you deserve this for buying store brand chow.” Shocked at hearing her own dog speak the English language, the victim of the puppy rebellion quickly ran for the kitchen, fearing the puppy invasion. She for one would not welcome her new puppy overlords.