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Sorry, but we are sulking right now after an evening of insults from our Hu-Dad. You will not believe what he has done to us now!
Hu-Dad invited a bunch of guests to the house Friday evening for a little dinner party. The house was vacuumed the house, furniture was dusted, and an elaborate dinner was prepared. The guests drove down our driveway and Hu-Dad prepared to open the front door and welcome them into our home . . . after we were all sent outside to enjoy the evening air of Sibe Quentin.
That’s right, folks. We didn’t get to jump on the guests. Leave muddy paw prints on their clothes. Cover them in fur. Steal their food. Counter surf for delicacies. Or clean the floor from dropped food. Can you believe it?
Oh, sure, some of the guests came out, said hello, scratched our ears, and chatted with us, but can’t you imagine how much more helpful we would have been inside where the action was?
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