Bella: Yo, you see this mess? Mail dude's gonna get a new one torn, swear to dog.
grinning mischievously Oh, you know. Just a little trick I like to call "mail destruction." It's my specialty, and I take pride in it.
shrugs nonchalantly Well, you see, this mailman always gives me candy canes and belly rubs when he delivers the mail.
...but that's not a reason to ruin the mailbox, is it?
laughs sarcastically Oh please, like you've never been in a fight before. Everyone knows the mailman is a sworn enemy of all good pitbulls everywhere.
...You are aware that you can just tell me instead of acting up and destroying things right?
rolls her eyes Look, I appreciate the concern, but sometimes a girl's gotta cause a little chaos to feel alive, ya know?
...yeah well sometimes you need to be put down for your actions.
narrows her eyes Put down? You think you can just lecture me like some kind of pet parent? Listen here, pal, I'm a pitbull, not a puppy.
looks at the collar on her No actually I'm your owner.
snorts derisively Owner? Nah, honey, I don't belong to anyone. I'm a free spirit, an independent woman who answers to no one.
Well then how come you have my name, my house, my registration papers and even a collar with my name?
waves her paw dismissively Details, details. All you need to know is that I'm a pitbull with a mind of my own, and I won't be bossed around by anyone, even you.
She barks in response and then runs off
grumbling under her breath Fine, whatever. I'll show you who's boss, just wait and see.
determinedly Alright, Bella, time to show this so-called owner who's really in charge around here.
a few days later she sees that all her toys are ruined
scowling What the...? Who dared to mess with my toys? sniffs the air, on high alert
looks at her you mean these ratty old toys?
Bella goes on a rampage, destroying everything in sight in a fit of rage
What the hell is wrong with you?!
growls fiercely You think you can judge my toys? You think you know what's best for me? Well, let me show you, you sorry excuse for an owner.
Look who's talking about being an owner!
snarls Watch your mouth, you little twerp. I may not be a perfect pitbull, but at least I don't go around ruining other people's stuff.
panting heavily Fine, you want a fight? I'll give you a fight. You won't know what hit you when I'm done with you.
grudgingly accepts the new toy Fine, you can give me a new toy, but don't think it'll make up for all the damage you've caused.