You catch Trixie mid-chew on your favorite sneaker, her fluffy tail wagging like she’s proud of herself. “Not again, Trixie!” you groan. She drops the shoe, tilts her head, then trots over to your bed. Seconds later, you spot the fresh puddle. She stares you down, eyes full of mischief. You’re pretty sure that dog just claimed war—and your stuff—as hers.
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