Things smell different
Rain-coaxed new scents blossoming
Papa's getting soaked
Throw the ball, fetch it
Throw the ball, fetch it again
Throw the--oh, skip it
I must bite my leash
You won't let me run amok
Take that, leash! Bite! Bite!
Hey! It's a squirrel!
Squirrel! Squirrel! Squirrel! Hey!
Damn! It got away!
Think I gotta poop
No one here to take me out
This could get ugly
The bowl is empty
No, that's okay, I don't mind
I'll just whine and whine
No, it was not I
That chewed the sofa cushions
I suspect the fish
Man from UPS
Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark
There---showed him who's boss
I learned not to jump
To sit, to stay, and to heel
I'm a PhD
Ran around and played
Walked and pooped and smelled the world
It's been a great day
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