I was watching the puppy downstairs, and he wasn't too happy when I started playing my music. For a while now, we've all thought that he'd grown too big to fit under the couches. When we first got him, we lost him a couple of times because he'd just chill under the couch, behind curtains, and in small corners. Apparently, he still fits. And he patiently waited for me to stop my horrid music. I had to coax him out with a treat.
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