Oh, isn't he sweet? He says "meow" when he sees a cat. When I come in from the cold, Sam is excited and chases me around. He loves to point out my ears, eyes, and nose, gently touching each one.
But my tail.
Oh, he can say "tail." Oh, he has been instructed numerous times that I do not like to have it pulled - that it hurts to have it pulled. But every stinking time! Come on! He has a good grab. And if you try to pull him off, of course, that just pulls my tail. So I hear exhortations while I swing around, jaws agape, ready to discipline. But I don't. I just repeat, "Don't pull!" Please. Someone stop him. When will it sink in?
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