I was a bad dog.
Maybe I should explain. My sister, at age six, wanted a dog badly. To demonstrate that she would be able to take care of a pet, she decided to train her four-year-old younger brother-me. She would teach me a "trick" and then give me a Cheerio as a reward. Things were going well until she tried to teach me "wait". The idea was that she would put a Cheerio in front of me and tell me to wait. If I didn't immediately eat the thing, she would give me another treat. Unfortu
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