My dog must think my boyfriend and I have ESP. “How does he magically appear and how does she know to send me down to find him when she’s at the opposite end of the house?? How does she do it???” my l’il albino Scooby Doo must think. (He’s deaf, remember.) “And when is she going to get off her fat a$$ and play with me? Maybe she wants to throw me a tennis ball instead of staring at the computer? Huh? Yeah? Come on, tennis baaaaall! Aw, why won’t she play with me? Ooh, cookie crumbs. I’m going to go bark at the wall now. Wait, where’d she go?”

This is an extremely accurate portrayal of the basic scene every night: