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May 2015
Wack my nose with a rolled up newspaper because I started sniffing around in places you didn't want me.
Scratch behind my ears and tell me how good I am when I obey you.
Sit.
Lay.
Roll over.
Speak.
Entice me with treats and your excited tone of voice. I want to please.
Quickly tuck my tail between my legs and whimper for forgiveness after the harsh, "no" has been demanded.
My every move and sound must appease you or I know I will be sleeping outside instead of at the foot of your warm bed.
Good dog.
I'm just your *****.
Ninny's Narnia
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