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I can't bluff my way out of a bag of kibble. My tail gives away everything. And that tongue, who am I Governor Patterson from New York?
I like to be hugged.
My mom cradles my head like a baby or a football.
Whenever my mom or dad catch me after I have been licking a bald spot into my fur, I give a wide eyed blank stare.
I peed. I ate. I pooped. I scratched it up.
I have my favorite squeaky ball close.
My music channel is playing.
My people are talking to each other.
I'm ready for my breakfast nap.
Nap as often as you can.
This is one of my nicknames. I am a dog.
Today I rubbed against the bed - and like a genie in a lamp - hoped my poppa would suddenly appear.
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