I came home today to greet my anxious dog. Sure, I felt our bond, and it was strong. But then, something caught his eye. What was it? A tennis ball.
Being the nice owner that I am, I decided to let him play with the ball for as long as he wanted. That was the wrong move. He started putting it under furniture; he started to slobber everywhere; and he started to show he loved his ball more than me.
Rejection is tough.
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