I went downstairs to Bri’s room to find Lizzy. And I did. She was tied to Bri’s doorknob. She was Bri’s puppy Wolfy. She had been a “bad puppy” and had jumped on Bri’s bed and thus apparently had to be tied to her door. I wanted to ask Wolfy to set the table but wasn’t sure whether I should bark or talk.
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