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Waiting for the master

Who’s the master? Can be Gal, me or my brother. We stay in one apartment.

She sits waiting for the master (take note, any one of us) to come..wiggling her tail. Impatient. Running to and fro from the gate and the backyard.

I have to chain her so as not to make the house look like a tornado-hit place. (ha! I’m exaggerating) She’s pleading..but I don’t buy your imploring face…Sorry Summer..

That’s her…closer..

She’s giving the impression that she’s mocking me..Summer, you need to stay put sometimes.

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