Your Pillow.

I steals it.

Isn’t it great, dad? I got your pillow. Now my poor head (and the rest of me) won’t have to sleep on the hard floor. Mom and you aren’t in the bed. Therefore, your places are forfeit.

Least you kept the bowl full today Dad. You’re getting better. However, tomorrow, can you sprinkle the fish food on it? Never have figured out why you give it to them. How about giving me a fish too? Or that chicken in the freezer you’re not sure if it’s OK or not. I won’t get sick, I’m a dog.

Dad, Mom, it’s bedtime. I need you to come to bed so I can strategically position myself to pin down the covers and separate you two so you both have to hug me. Hug me!

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