(rushing over) Come on, buddy. Can't you see I'm busy?
(whining and straining)
(panting, looking up at Jen with a "who, me?" expression) pooping dog script full
(to herself) Okay, where did I put that... Ah, yes! (she looks up and sees Max squatting) Oh no, Max! Not now! (rushing over) Come on, buddy
(looks back at Jen with an innocent expression) (rushing over) Come on
(sighs) Okay, okay. I guess it's my fault for not taking you out sooner. (she grabs some poop bags)