No, Patch, I don’t want to go for a walk. I hear your little whines, I’m not getting up. I wish you’d settle down; you keep running to the back patio, then jumping on the bed, giving a little whine, running back outside again.
You’ve been doing this all day. Yes, I know the dog next door is in heat. You’re not getting any. Go to sleep, Patch, it’s 3:00am.

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