Taking My Bone for a Drive
There I was. Busy with my bone. Burying it. Digging it up. Burying it again. Digging it up. Then suddenly I heard the words "want to go for a ride in the car?" Well. I raced to the garage door with bone in mouth. Zipped through the door with bone in mouth. And waited by the car, still with bone in mouth. Diane picked me up and put me in my crate. Now here I am. With my bone. Wondering what happens next. Hm.
There I was. Busy with my bone. Burying it. Digging it up. Burying it again. Digging it up. Then suddenly I heard the words "want to go for a ride in the car?" Well. I raced to the garage door with bone in mouth. Zipped through the door with bone in mouth. And waited by the car, still with bone in mouth. Diane picked me up and put me in my crate. Now here I am. With my bone. Wondering what happens next. Hm.
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