Daisy and Tim in “Chaos”

How can you not like him? He's so cute. Aw...

Yeah, that's how it all starts, with oohs and ahs, but later there's barking and biting! He's a ticking timebomb of death, Daisy. You give him all the love in the world and spend years of your life doting on his little furry head, and then one day you get back from aerobics and there he is, panting over the half eaten remains of some hapless handyman you left fixing the tumble dryer.

We don't have a tumble dryer.

You will, my friend. You will.

Look, Tim, I know that I've been insensitive, and I do appreciate that you are riddled with deep seated psychological disorders—

Thank you.