People frequently say admiring things about my prodigious intellect. What they may not realize is that the gray matter packed tightly into my petite brain cavity is not always used to positive effect.
To wit, a recent series of diabolical poops I have been making indoors, with absolutely no justification since the doggie door is literally within sight of my chosen spot.
I am a complex dog. Underestimate me at your peril.
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