oops...

Martha and I were goofing off earlier today, and she positioned her ears in such a way that they looked like little bat wings.

"Ha-Ha!" I said. "Martha's a bat-dog! Are you part bat? Who's my little bat-dog!"

Martha's ears went back, her tail went between her legs, and she scurried off to her crate.

It took me a second, and then I went running after her.

"Sorry! I was saying bat-dog, not BAD dog. You're a good dog, Martha! GOOD DOG!"