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| Every night we have to sleep in our "bedroom," aka the laundry room. I'm pretty smart, I won't go to bed unless I get my food. Otherwise, I'll avoid the laundry room like the plague. So my mother gets the can of food, taps the fork against it and asks us all if we're hungry. I'm always hungry! |
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| I can't wait to get my food so while my mother is portioning out our meals, I jump on the washing machine and eat out of every plate that I have time to before she puts the other two plates down on the floor for Elvis and Boo. I'm pretty much a hog. |
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| Elvis and Boo eat on the floor. |
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| Here I am "lording" over them. I have the right to do that. |
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| See all of our blankets laid out for us? My mother knows that we like our blankets soft and clean. We've got her trained well. |
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