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Cute, but unhappy - he whined most of the night and pawed at our back gate. At 6:30 Am I took him for a walk to see if he just didn't want to go potty in the back yard. I let him lead me and he seemed very interested in a house in the next block, if it were later in the day I would have knocked to see if he lived there. He didn't want to go back to our place at all. Perhaps I'll take him for another walk when it's a more reasonable hour.
And how did I end up dog sitting?
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Friedrich Nietzsche
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