Short Story / Humor
I was picked up by animal control several years ago, and put in a Dog Shelter. I was eventually adopted by a charming gay couple, who still believe me to be a dog. I haven't found it to be necessary to inform them of my humanity thus far.
So now by night I get up when my owners are asleep and type up stories. I think I like it here, and intend to stay for a while.
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