Scene: It’s 10:00 at night, my roommate P. and I are cleaning up the kitchen before heading to bed. Dog comes into the kitchen dragging his beloved stuffed giraffe toy with him. Dog, places the giraffe just as he wants it, in the middle of the floor, then while staring me in the eye proceeds to climb onto giraffe’s back and have his way with him.
Me: Dog! Gross!
P.:What he’s just letting the giraffe know who’s boss.
Me: But why does he stare at me when he does it.
P.: I think he’s letting you know who’s boss too. You might want to lock your door tonight.
Me: I hate you.
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