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This is Hannah. She is 12 years old. Sometimes I look after her when certain people go on vacation. She pants incessantly. And she likes to sneak onto the couch when you're sleeping and get it all stinky-like, when she KNOWS she's not even supposed to be on the couch. Then I come in and find her on the couch and yell, "Get off the couch, stinky-dog!!" So she does, but then she gives me the "I'm sorry" eyes. Oh, how the "I'm sorry" eyes burn right into your heart. I give her a biscuit and 5 minutes later, when I'm not paying attention to her, she goes into the garbage and eats used tissues. But I still love her.
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