Purely for Your Annoyment

What riding in the car with La can be like:

La will tell you that was not her voice singing. It was the dog's.

This footage was shot when we were in Cleveland over Thanksgiving and my mom had just purchased La a stuffed puppy that happens to bark when you squeeze it (La insists on sleeping with this thing, and sometimes rolls over it in the middle of the night, thereby activating its bark, causing such a to-do that I can scarcely begin to describe it in printed word. Thanks mom.)

So, the barking dog is annoying enough in-and-of itself. Couple it with La thinking that EVERY DOG has a voice 326 octaves higher than what is acceptable to the human ear, and needing to replicate the "doggy voice" over and over and over ... and you'll find yourself clawing at your own eyeballs. (this may shed some light onto why Brody is no longer with us)

I would just nip it in the bud, but somehow (maybe because she's SO STINKING CUTE) I can't bring myself to tell La to PLEASE KINDLY SHUT YOUR MOUTH THANK YOU. 

I must secretly enjoy being tortured.