Napping. Dreaming. There's a knock at the door. It's Eli and his Mommy, Kelsey. I was still a little groggy so played it sweet to start. Then I helped Eli knock down the magazines and tear some pages out of them. Oh, yeah, maybe that was just me. Eli was better behaved. It was great meeting Eli. Like Fiona, he checked out my crate, too. He's cool. He's just about walking, too. Someday, we'll have a race.
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