Gee just walked up to me with his face all screwed up in a "scary" expression. "Make the scary doggy go away, Momma! Ruff-RUFF!"
Perplexed, I just looked at him. He scrunched his face even more tightly and demanded, "Make me go away, Momma! Ruff-ruff-RUFF!"
I waved my hand. "Shoo, scary dog!"
He spun around and hurried away.
Two seconds later he was back. "I a GOOD doggy now, Momma. PET ME!"
Of course I obliged.
This is why I don't need a pet. I already have one.*
*Or two or three, depending on the day. Once Em, Gee, and Hebs were all doggies or kitties, switching between species with wild abandon, and scolding me when I got mixed up.
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