Ever since I was born, I've been wondering what this thing is that appears to be permanently attached to my rear end. It follows me around wherever I go and doesn't seem to serve any good purpose, except as something to play with when I'm bored. Rod tells me it's called a tail and that I'd better get used to it. Whatever!
Sometimes, after I get through messing up Rod's house, I give him a break and share his favorite chair for an afternoon nap. Invariably, my stupid "tail" starts wagging and I just have to go after it. It can really be a pain in the butt--especially when I catch it.
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