Because I have a flea-bag mutt who's been mooching off me for years. He doesn't do anything like work or clean my house, he just lays around until I feed him. And then, to top it all off, he expects me to go outside and pick up his excrement. Well what the heck, why do I have....oh, I gotta go. He's staring at me with "that look."
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