They took me to the park. I hate the park. There are dogs there.
They took me to the neighbor's. I hate the neighbor's. There are dogs there.
They took me around the block. I hate the block. There are dogs there.
They put me in the backyard. I hate the backyard. I can see dogs from there.
They only feed me one cup of food a day. I love food. I hate rations.
They lock me out of the bedroom. I love Aaron's pillow. I hate doors.
They leave me outside for 10 whole minutes. I love inside. I hate fresh air.
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