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I Prefer When Everyone Follows the Rules

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It is called dog bed. Why do you think they call it that?

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we get a little upset together
Image description: Morgan the Dog is in the foreground, looking upset yet correct that there is, in his dog bed, in fact, a cat.

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When I get to a new place or meet a new person, I try to figure out the rules. What do they want me to do? Where should I sit? Can I bark here? Do they even like dogs? Will they give me treats? Are we going to do walk? Can I do exploring?

It is my understanding we should not fight. So when I think dogs are fighting at the dog park, I bark at them. I am telling them about the rules. It’s like my job? I mean, I gave myself this job, but it feels like my job, since I enjoy rules so much. We should have jobs we enjoy and are good at.

Soapy the Cat lives with us. She is not good about rules. I saw her chew the Christmas tree lights. I told Mommy. Soapy does not appreciate order. For example, she has a bed. Also, I have a bed. It is called dog bed. But Soapy sits on it. This upsets me.

Although I prefer my Mommy to Erika, mostly because my Mommy takes me for the walks, I also like Erika because she gets me. Erika likes rules too. Sometimes, we get a little upset together and then we calm down together.

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by Morgan the Dog

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