Rhett’s Dogs Are Out Of Control
– Greenland.
– Sean, that's too loud. Sean, it's too loud!
(woman laughing) Sean, it's too loud! – Jenna. Come on, Jenna. – You got one job, Jenna.
– There, see, that's the problem. I had to hold her by the neck.
– Jenna, stop! One job, Jenna.
– He's like a drummer. – Oh my goodness.
– They're peddler dogs. – That rhythm goodness
was very consistent. – I don't have eight arms.
– Hey, McLaughlin dogs? This is your first warning. Barbara. Second warning.
– Ouchie. – Barbara. Second warning.
– Oh, Barbara. – Oh, oh gosh. Oh, look. (paws pounding furiously) – I am so sorry.
– Okay.
All right. Sean, if you play the drums
one more time, you're leaving. (paws pounding)
(women laughing) I'll be back!.
