"Hurry up and finish sniffing Pooch," says Dad. "It's turning black over Bill's mother's."
*sniff* *sniff* *sniff* This really is a delectable smell. I wonder if... perhaps a small roll would be in order...
"Pooch!" says Dad. "Let's go home for supper time!"
Of course, Dad, right this second! NOW you're talking!
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