I had this conversation with my nephew and then two days later my mom had this conversation with my nephew–the exact same conversation.
Me (or Mom): Stop messing with the dog. She doesn’t like it.
Nephew: Why? Will she bite me.
Me (or Mom): No, but she’ll be very unhappy with you.
Time passes and I (or Mom) stop scrutinizing nephew’s actions. Suddenly, the dog makes a very scary and unhappy noise.
Me (or Mom): What happened?
Nephew: I was just messing with the dog when she did that.
Me (or Mom): Did she bite you?
Me (or Mom): So, in other words, you did what I told you not to do and the dog did what I told you she’d do and now you’re angry and upset.
I mean, seriously, folks. My mom had to tell him to stop messing with the dog’s face. Who messes with the face of a strange dog? The Butcher says “A ten year old boy.”