Gulliver speaks his mind.

Doesn't he know he's supposed to be taking me for a walk?
Who do I mean?
My owner, that's who I mean. His name is Bob. He's good to me, but sometimes I think we spend more time talking than we do walking. We started off on this walk just down the path there...back that way, only a few feet, and so far he's stopped to chat with two different people, and these people don't even have a dog for me to schmooze with. Can you believe that? I've been good! Sat around the house all day. I've already pooped! And I want to get some exercise, but no, all these people want to do is talk. Yadda-yadda-yadda! Maybe if I look really bored, he'll feel sorry for me and get a move on? It's worth a try. Wake me up if I fall asleep.

Happy Birthday, Bob! Gulliver loves you, and so do I! ~Skip

PS They finished the walk, and Gulliver was happy again.