Blazie locked us up in the crate. She had peace at last. She didn't have to worry because Mom was still there. Blazie got whatever she wanted after that. Then she she locked Mom in the crate. Not really. I got to hold a real milkbone in my mouth. Blazie forced me. Then she ate it. She said that was a really nice day. Peace at last. I was in the crate because it was a silly photo. My Mom didn't really get locked in the crate. I just made a story about it because it seemed interesting. Mom said she wanted the photo for a contest. That's why she made me hold the milkbone in my mouth and wear the dog collar. At least I brushed my teeth after that.
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