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Click hereThis morning, my dog woke me up
He barked playfully and nudged me
I stirred sleepily
And greeted him
And gave him the attention he wanted.
Such a good dog.
I petted him and played with him.
And he showed me just how much he loved me.
Such a perfect way to start the day.
Such a good, good dog.
Later that day, I had a guest.
When she saw my dog, she was enchanted.
Such a beautiful dog.
"Can I pet him?" she asked.
"Of course," I answered. "He won't bite."
"Does he know any tricks?"
I overflowed with pride and hubris.
"Watch this," I said.
My downfall swiftly followed.
My dog wouldn't play.
He sat up, but he wouldn't bark.
He quivered with excitement, but he wouldn't beg.
He wallowed in the attention, but he wouldn't perform.
Such a bad dog.
Such a bad, bad dog.
He needs to be taken out for a walk and patted. You'll know when he's recovered - the cold, damp tip (of his nose).