"Please get the karate belt off the dog."

Really, what would he need it for? He's got 4 legs and some sharp teeth so I think he'd be just fine to take someone down without any training. But my son insists that the dog needs the belt. My wonderful, patient old dog just stands there looking at me with a mixture of confusion and indifference as my son jumps around him yelling, "Hiyaaaah!" After a couple more minutes I repeat my request and my son complies. My dog saunters over to his bed and rests his old bones while my son continues his awesome karate moves. I walk away with lively "Hiyaaahs" filling the air.