Our neighbor, Tami, painted Garrett to look like a tiger. He came home walking very slowly--it was hard to move his lips, so I guess that affected movement to his legs. I was outside working when he came home. After admiring him, I asked him to hold the gate open for me, and he said, "I can't. I'm a tiger." The paint job didn't last long, though, because he realized he couldn't eat with painted lips and cheeks.
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