She hates to be left out. She hates to not be in the absolute middle of anything that's going on. Forget it. I'll hear a few snorts, a few pants, and a tiny little baby whine... I lift my head to see where on earth that's coming from, and standing on her hind legs, staring me down with a look of, "Get me the heck up there with you and Daddy or else I'm going to go chew on your socks for revenge."
So for the sake of our sock collection... I cave.
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