The Plot (A Dogs Tale)

You stare as he sleeps plotting your next move to recapture his place and the end of the room where he lays his head on his soft pillow jealous of the sound of his snores, loud they billow You have learned his habits; his tricks and his traits, what gets him alert and what makes him sedate. So you wait and you plan so sinister and cruel to get that sleeping dog to wake up and drool You set your plan in motion by licking your food bowl according to the plan in a move so foul and he wakes and moves to see whats for dinner and when he moves you steal his bed of pillows, and you're the winner!

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