I think I'm going to have to annunciate better. This is why.
Today Gary volunteered to take the kids to school/daycare so I could get to work earlier. So I got ready to go, and as I was putting on my coat I said, "Okay guys, see you later. I'm gonna go to work!"
From across the living room, the dog scrambled frantically to his feet.
I looked at him. "What is it, boy?"
His toenails skittered on the wood floor as he raced over to me, ears perked and eyes expectant.
"Finn, what is it? I'm just going to work."
Finnegan let out a happy bark and opened his mouth in a wide doggy grin. Then he ran over to the back door and nosed his leash that hung from a hook beside it.
"Oh, no! Finn! I'm sorry! I've got to go to work."
"I hope you're planning to double-you-ay-el-kay somebody first," said Gary.
"Why does the dee-oh-gee have to be so es-em-ay-are-tee?"
I could be wrong, but I think Finnegan glared at me after that.