No matter how I beat him up (please, read that as play with him) he immediately circles around for another round and promptly falls asleep on my feet.
Worse, when I'm not watching, he falls asleep under my feet as I am reclining in front of the latest Matlock rerun, and when I put my feet down, guess what I hit?
He can shred my ankles every bit as effectively as my bathrobe.
Where do creatures like this come from?
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