Meet me outside

Okay, why don’t we just paws for a minute. I’m not looking fur trouble. I couldn’t Spot the tennis balls anywhere. But when I asked you where is it, boy, you growled at me like it was my fault you had to fetch them. I shouldn’t have to beg for service, but you shouldn’t just roll over for rude customers, either. So let’s stop howling at the moon before this situation becomes a dog’s breakfast. Shake?