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Carefree, he asks for little:
Give him occasional attention: pat his head, rub his back, and he is happy. Every day he wants to play; but if you are busy, he waits patiently, tongue out, eyes adoring, ready to give you a wet kiss if only you will let him. Just let him wander out until he is tired; then call his name and joyously he comes running. Put some food before him-- he doesn't really care much what it is-- pour him a drink, glance his way; he is content. They are all the same, aren't they? Food, sleep, a good massage, a drink, a warm glance, a soft call, a little fun now and then and sex if they aren't neutered; that's all it really takes to satisfy good dogs, good husbands.
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