I'm babysitting my two grandchildren this weekend in honor of my son-in-law's birthday. I've got my other daughter's French Bulldog over for the afternoon, too. That little beast thinks he's so entitled! He barks in my face with the most imperious tone--he thinks my life's vocation is to fetch him cheese. As the saying goes, "Homey don't play that!"
That's just a feeble stab at salvaging my pride, trying to maintain a crumbling facade of being the Alpha Dog. No chance. I always cave and give up the cheese! He barks, and I obey!