Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for December 04, 2005

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Each day, when you go away, your obedient doggie has to stay. The toys you throw, the balls you roll, lie motionless in the darkened hall. The TV's off...The remote's a dismay...The can't won't play (He sleeps all day anyway). "Go away." While you're doing such exciting things: Taxes and spreadsheets and accounts receivables... He's home lying on things: Faxes and dirty sheets and dinner tables. So for Fido's sake, once in a while... Leave something indeterminate on the kitchen tile.