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spoiled
I know Nutwit has a point.
I’ve become a creature of habit, spoiled after a stretch of being my own dog.
For a long time, I was Bob the beast, cunning and streetwise.
As a stray, I lived off leftovers at the mall while Snickers dined on her fancypants
kibble. Man, how I loved that cotton candy stuck to the floor. The
unexpected UFOs. The ends of ketchup-covered hot dogs, scattered under the
bleachers like, I dunno, big toes or something.
Ivan offered to share his gorilla food with me, and Stella and Ruby were
always ready to pass along a carrot or an apple. But I refused. I needed to
stay in shape, stay tough, stay true to my wild nature.
Okay, so maybe every now and then I’d sneak a banana chunk from Ivan’s
breakfast.
But then things changed. I became civilized. Domesticated. A pet.