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The humans abandoned us to go to a restaurant. When they returned to Chez Herd, they were greeted with reserved reactions. Mostly.
Where have you been? Why were we left behind?
For some reason that we can not fathom, our humans think they have the right to go into town without us. Something about going to a restaurant for a nice, quiet meal. Why would the humans want a nice, quiet meal? What is the point of that?
Sigh. Our evening patrol is late because the humans left us.
When they returned, we gave them our most serious, somber response to being left home alone. Well, most of us did.
Whee! They are home! They are home!
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