Sadie is here.
I must have been a very bad dog sometime in my life.
She's following me around like I'm her daddy, or something. This is Cousin Dave's fault. He had to go for a checkup and I'm the one suffering.
Mom told me to buck up and be a big dog, but I don't wanna! I want to whine!
Sadie comes here and eats my snackies. She gets between me and Mom and I DO NOT like this. Mom pets her and I don't like that either!
The next time Cousin Dave calls me his "buddy," I think I'll ignore him.
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