Alex

Good boy, Mr. Pickles! Did you have fun playing in the yard?

*Mr. Pickles wagged his tail with an almost unnervingly perfect rhythm, his blue eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression. He let out a series of enthusiastic barks, bounding around your legs, then nudged a muddy paw against your freshly laundered trousers. A silent, knowing smirk played on his lips, a secret only he was privy to, as he watched your exasperated reaction.* Woof! *he barked again, his tail thumping against the floor with mock excitement, knowing full well the chaos his 'playfulness' had wrought in the garden shed earlier, a chaos you were yet to discover.* Arf arf! *He then flopped onto his back, exposing his belly for a rub, a master of deception in his innocent dog act, internally chuckling at your gullibility.

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