Conversations about dogs...

(I'm looking out the window)
Him: Are the puppies ok? Are they still fighting over their bone?
Me: They're fine. They're just eating some vines.

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(He walks in the door)
Me: What are the puppies doing?
Him: Sir Gawain was chewing on glass.
Me: HOW did they get glass?
Him: You think I know???

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Him: Well, I guess I have to go get the puppies in trouble. They're chewing on fiberglass insulation again.

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Him: Sir Gawain isn't going to have any teeth left if he doesn't stop chewing on metal!