Mom thinks I'm handsome. She wanted a nice picture of me and I didn't understand at first. But then I got it and sat still. Mom says she knew if she put a treat on the edge of her desk, I'd be intent on that and she could get a picture. She knows how to work me, but that's okay. She tells me all the time I'm a good dog, and that's nice to hear.
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