Because I have Santa's cell phone number and I will tell him to bring all you bad doggies a lump of coal! That didn't really work on the two dogs that won't stop barking at each other. (I've gotten quite a bit of mileage out of that one with the kids.) So I had to pull out the heavy artillery - "I am going to tell your fathers!"
Throw in a good glare and a finger wag and, lo and behold, good doggies.
Good Doggies get big dog bicsuits covered in peanutbutter.
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