Conversations With My Dog

Laura comes back downstairs to find Jacques staring intently at the toaster oven, from which a burned smell is emanating.

Laura: Jacques, you're supposed to notify me about this sort of thing.
Jacques: [Silence.]
Laura: You know, like "woof, woof-woof-woof, WOOF"? Roughly translating to "Laura, come quick, the cheese toast fell down the well?"
Jacques: [Silence.]
Laura: You really ought to work on that one.