It's sad when your own mother loves someone else's dog more than you. He bites my foot, draws blood:

"aww, he's just a puppy."

I put a towel over his head, because it's funny to watch him get out of it.

"That's cruel! Poor thing!"

And it also reminds me of our old dog. He was quite the yapper. And when mom'd get mad at him for not stopping yapping, she'd call him a little shit. She called me a little shit, too. What an ego booster!