My people have been leaving me at home while they go for a long, fast walk at night when JK gets home. They even put on their special clothes for running and tell me that they are going to run, and that my legs are too short and I cannot keep up.
That's very funny, guys, but I know you are not really running. I've seen you try to walk fast up one of these North Carolina hills. No way you can run them.
So what are you REALLY doing when you leave me at home? I bet you are eating cheese.
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