Josh, would you come in here, please?

Uh-oh. Buddy, you gotta stay here, okay? Buddy, no. You gotta stay outside. [dog whimpers] Hey, Mom, you wanted to see me?

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

The box.

The box?

Don't get funny with me, Josh. I know what you're doing.

What am I doing?

You are making a home for him, and this is not his home. The next thing you know...

Mom, we can't leave him out in the rain. That's totally inhuman.

That's just the point, Josh. He's not human. He's a stray. Do not get attached to this dog, Josh. Do not! No, I have way too much on my plate as it is.

I'd take care of him.

Josh, we don't know anything about this dog. We have your little sister to think about. No. The answer is no. One week, and if nobody claims him, he goes straight to the pound.

Three weeks?

Two.

Two and a half?

Josh!

Christmas. That's like two weeks and a couple days, right? That's perfect. We can't dump him before Christmas. Please, please, please.

All right, all right, Christmas. But the minute after, he's outta here. Meanwhile, he stays outside. And if you try to sneak him in here just once...

Mom, Mom, Mom. I swear.

All right. As long as we're clear. I swear you're gonna grow up to be a lawyer someday.