So I'm babysitting Nash, a border collie puppie belonging to one of my mom's friends who's gone on vacation. This is his first night away from home. He keeps sitting by the door crying, hoping his master will come back - then he comes to see me and he wants to play, but I can't cause it's 4am and my mom is trying to sleep (which apparently he doesn't agree with!). I just hope he doesn't think he's being abandoned. He seems pretty quiet now. He's upstairs and I hear him chewing something - hoping it's his bone and not my N64!
Anyways.. I just feel bad cause there's nothing I can do. I wish I could tell him his master's coming back in a week.
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When bread becomes toast, it can never go back to being bread again.
Anyways.. I just feel bad cause there's nothing I can do. I wish I could tell him his master's coming back in a week.
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When bread becomes toast, it can never go back to being bread again.
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