When I was a child, I begged and pleaded with my parents for a puppy – like most children do.  Eventually my parents gave in, with the condition that the dog was my responsibility.  Like any child, I quickly agreed.  How hard could taking care of a dog be?

Within the first two weeks, the puppy had stumbled upon some lose within reach.  I came in to see him swallow the shiny objects from off the end table.  When I informed my parents, they informed me I would need to make sure the change came back out from my dog.

To say this would be a shitty chore would be both an understatement and a really bad pun.
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