People Don’t Do That

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You’re barking up the wrong tree, he said.

I don’t care, I snapped.

But you’re barking, he said. People don’t do that.

It’s my backyard, I said. I can bark if I want to.

I guess so, said the man, patting me warily on the head as I wagged my tail against his chinos.

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