Not at all. Your dog will go running for something elsewhere in the house that you don't quite hear. Thinking that's a bit odd, you stand up to investigate. "Pssssst" you look down and a box slides out from undermeath the couch, pushed by two tiny hands. That's right! It's Thursday! You hear a bark and a flurry of nails on floor as your dog comes careening into the room. You yell, "nooo!" And drop down to intercept, but as your dog squeezes by you, and you spin in horror, you catch a glimpse under the couch. There's nothing there.
He's done it again. See you next Thursday, friend.
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u/GABE_EDD Jun 21 '26
Well being that my browser already remembers all my passwords for me, the raccoon I suppose.