A 15-year-old dog complains that his 11-year-old housemate steals his couch spot and sunbeam, snores constantly, and won't let him rest. Someone has to guard the yard and intimidate the mailman, and it's clearly not going to be that hyperactive youngster.
Look at him. 11 years old and still sleeps like the vet gave him the good stuff. I'm 15. 15. That's 105 to you people. I've earned this couch. I've earned this sunbeam. And what does he do? He steals it. Every Sunday. Snores like a broken lawnmower too. People think I'm the calm one. I'm not calm. I'm conserving. Big difference. You don't make it to 15 by wasting energy on a dog who chases his own tail for cardio. Here's the thing nobody tells you: somebody in this house has to stay awake, somebody has to guard the yard, somebody has to make sure the mailman knows we mean business.
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