Dog: Let's make a deal. If I can balance a biscuit on my nose for
30 seconds, then you come out of there and give me some gravy.
Me: Sure, Dog. Deal.
Dog: Sweet!
Dog: Steady... Steady...
Me: 1... 2... 3...
Me: ...18... 19... 20... 21... 22... 23... 24... 25... 26... 27...
Dog: Oh no... It's slipping... Trying... To... Hold... Still...
Me: ...28... 29... So close, Dog. But no gravy for you today!
Dog: I hate you. So much.
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