Ladies and Gentlemen, Mister Butler Dynamo
He comes when called.
He follows me from room to room, just kind of staring at me.
He holds a sit/stay while I eat, patient to see if there will be any table scraps for him.
He doesn't meow.
Yesterday, I caught him burying a bone in the yard.
I think I may have a dog...
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