Our chocolate Labrador, Lucky, was settled in my favorite armchair. Not wanting to physically remove him, I went to the kitchen and noisily opened and closed the fridge, hoping to attract him. I slipped through the dining room towards my chair in time to see Lucky disappearing through another door into the kitchen.
In a few moments, he poked his head around the corner, gave me a hard stare, then jumped oneto the sofa. A short time later he trotted out of the room and to the back door, where he gave his most urgent bark.
As I went to let him out I heard his nails one the kitchen floor and by the time I got back to my chair, Lucky was curled up there, studiously ignoring me.
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