The Tales of a Grumpy Dog

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“I’m hungry!” he cried. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him. That was a big mistake. He cried for what felt like hours on end. Begging for food, ‘cause he was starving.

“You already eat!” I yelled over his cries.

“Yes, but I’m still hungry.”

“You’re going to become chubby.”

“Then I’ll look adorable,” he stated.

I shrunk into the couch and hoped someone else would deal with him. Yet, no one came and the only sound was his shrill cries for food.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up from the couch and walked over to the fridge.

“Do you only cry for food, sleep, and eat?” I asked, hands on my hips.

“I also go on short walks.”

“That isn’t really…oh never mind,” I said waving my hands in front of me. I opened the door and grabbed a carrot. He already started running, so when I did throw the carrot he was already close to grabbing it and sitting on his blanket to eat.

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