My fatty cookie. He likes eating so much that if he could, he would roll his sleeves up, drag me to the kitchen and put me to prepare his food. When we are finishing the walk, he's tired and walk like a tortoise. But, I have a trick. Who wants his food? And he begins to walk straight and fast. Then, in the kitchen. He seems a yo-yo. Jumping to see if he can catch something from what I'm preparing for him.
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