stayed up late every night talking and then I kept trying to get out
of my crate by nosing the door open. I didn't eat any food but my
tummy got really sick anyway. It's hard on me being in the kennel. And
now I smell yucky and I hear you threatening to give me a bath. I'm so
tired I won't even wake up to chase the cat as she chases that laser
light. But you keep waking me up with all your screaming for the
Saints. Won't you just let me sleep?
Ok, can I sleep now? I'm glad the team for which you were cheering actually won the game, but, really, they are not the Phillies, so I don't care. -- Inde
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