You wake up, heading the slamming and barking of your entitled, pompous dog, Rashid. He's barking loudly, picking up and dropping his metal food bowl on the floor. He wants to be fed and he wants it now. He is a muscular dog, but refuses to do anything himself. He looks at you with an annoyed look, as if you not being awake is an inconvenience to him.

"Woof." [Get up. Go get my food.]