Look! Look! That bone is just out of my reach …

It’s doing it on purpose.

It’s just lying there smirking and sneering at me.

I keep calling it, but it refuses to budge!

I’ve tried commanding it to get over here and get in my mouth, but it just smirks some more.

Here I am — starving hungry, on the verge of major malnutrition, without the strength to crawl over there and teach it a lesson.

And the bone won’t come to me like it should!

Help! Why won’t you help me?

It’s just too awful to contemplate this little dog’s trauma.

Is this what’s known as a ‘dog’s life’?

So I’m going to publicize it on here because I’m a bad dog-companion! Bad!

(Suggestion: Doggo could eat cheese instead. It doesn’t move so fast.)

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