Our dogs are clearly the exception that proves the rule about not being able to teach an old dog new tricks. Of course, it helps somewhat that Jake is um...mentally challenged and that Rowdie is the Spawn of Satan.
Rowdie: You know what would be cool?
Rowdie: If we stormed the back porch and got ourselves some of those fine looking tomatoes the crazy woman has growing in those pots.
Jake: Heh, yeah….wait….what?
Rowdie: Tomatoes! Tomatoes, man! They’re delicious.
Jake: Yeah, toma…wait….what?
Rowdie: On the porch! The little green things growing in those big pots!
Jake: Right! In the po.…wait….what?
Rowdie: Never mind! Just, follow me.
Some time later….
Rowdie: Man, I didn’t think she would ever stop yelling. Gah! It was just a couple of tomatoes for Christ’s sake; it isn’t like they were ripe or anything. Damn! Now I'm going to have to make with the puppy-dog eyes and shit. I hate it when I have to grovel for forgiveness!