Get down...

Seeing as how my household is practically run by two dogs, you will often hear things around our domicile such as: "Ellie, get down!" "Stop barking!" "Bentley, what are you eating?" There are very few incidents at the Visser home that you could classify as non-dog related. It's actually quite sad and was a common joke among my friends at school who would ask me after I got off my phone with my family, "How is the dog?"

Another commonplace phrase heard around the house, more specifically the dinner table, is my dad saying, "What did you say?" My dad's hearing, or lack thereof, has become a rather notorious point of hilarity. He will often attempt to guess at what he did not quite heard and thereby turning "daughters of Zion" into "daughters of Sloan," and "I walked the dogs today" into "You hit a dumpster?"

Tonight after dinner as we attempted to ward my parent's dog Ellie off of the counters my dad yells, "Get down!"

I, thinking of Death from Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey, added, "Get down with your bad self!"

At this, my father gave me a profound look of confusion and said, "Get down you bastard?"

I think we found a new nickname for the dog...