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My dogs are usually outside because they tend to raid my kitchen, jump on my furniture, and chew on non-doggie things. It was cold and snowing this morning, so I thought I would be nice and bring them inside where it's warmer (it's my day off work so I can watch them). I put a blanket on the floor so they'd have a nice warm, cozy spot to call their own. They resisted, and I saw these thoughts running through their heads.
I had to laugh and share this because it reminded me so much of this thread.
Shadow: Look, she's holding the gate open. Does she want us to actually...go inside?
Peaches: Looks that way. Do you think we should?
Shadow: I have a bad feeling about this. What if I feel like, you know, barking. I'm not modifying my behavior for this.
Peaches: Yea, and all our bones are out here. I think she's gonna hide them once we're inside.
Shadow: And she'll probably make us lay on a blanket. Like dogs.
Peaches: Let's protest and refuse to go inside.
Me: *drags dogs into the house*
Shadow: It's a trap! She's going to slam the door shut on my tail, I just know it!
Peaches: Look, a blanket on the floor. I knew it.
Shadow: Terrible idea. This will promote the idea of cliques (man vs. beast) in this household.
Peaches: Hey look, she has a cookie.
Shadow: A cookie? I'm not jumping through a hoop for that cookie.
Peaches: Fine. I will.
Shadow: Traitor. I'm not sharing the blanket with you. You can lay on the cold floor.
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