Morrie, what do you have in your mouth?
Oh, okay. Good boy. Fetch!
Diego, what did you have in your mouth?
Much as I hate to kill anything—even cockroaches and ants—sometimes your own interests have to win out. After suffering an infestation of rats in my laundry room a few years ago, I guess I can’t object too much to Diego’s efforts to protect his house and property. A few more yards and that rat would have been invading the dog or catfood or worse. They ate through a lidded very durable garbage can before to get to the catfood. R.I.P. little rat.



Death to rats! Good dogs!
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And then they want to lick your face!
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Exactly. And I bet you, indulgent mama that you are, let them.
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Your poem was so eloquent, I had to go the other way.
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