Last night Mom brought me up to bed with her. I could hear Dad and Grandpere downstairs and I also needed to go outside so I whimpered until she let me out. When she opened the crate door, I shot out like a greyhound and she had to chase me down.
This morning when we came in from our walk, there was an ANT on the kitchen floor! I didn't want Mom to get hurt so I attacked it from all sides and then ate it!
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