The other day there was a small fire in our toaster. This small fire managed to fill the house with smoke, and the stench of burnt toast. The fire also managed to really freak Benny out. I let the dogs out to "go potty!" and Benny, in what I believe was an attempt to lead me away from the smoky house, bolted into the green belt are behind our house. This, rightfully, scared the crap out of me. So, I put Sophie inside and I ended up chasing him, barefoot, around, forcefully yelling his name... To no avail. I then slipped, because I was barefoot in the cold, wet dirt, and yelped out a final, "Benny!" This got the little man's attention. He ran over to help me, giving me the perfect opportunity to snatch him up and bring him inside, all the way telling him he needs to make better life choices.
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